I might can't be with you when your skies bleed.
When sadness, depression and loneliness rains.
When your gloomy world is illuminated by a tiny lit of love..
When cold embraces you at night.
But the desire of having you became the fuel of my dreams.
You became the gas station of my happiness.
You are my oxygen when their words became carbon monoxide that suffocate my lungs.
You, as a speck of dirt on everyone's sleeve have created a beautiful canvas in my life.
