Thinking of you

I gaze through your window, your dusty dirty window because all the other windows are closed or too high for me  ..

I deserve to die eveytime I made my love cry..

I'm not sure anymore is the end very soon or it is just my hormones. If heaven is included then I hope it is the first one.

Pretending

They choose to pretend not to understand because it is better and less harmful than telling the truth..
We choose to play along because we know the truth..

Unconditional lie

Unconditional love and care.. such thing only exists in three hearts, a worshiper for his God, parents for their child and fairy tales...