Kill Him, Then Hug Him. Men Are

The Word Is A Bouncing Ball The Ruler Throws From His Balcony. The Word Has Been A Shot Of Morphine. Rulers Calm Their People With Speeches.

My Lover Asks Me: “what Is The Difference Between Me And The Sky?” The Difference, My Love, Is That When You Laugh, I Forget About The Sky

There Is Who Loves You Quietly, And Respects You Quietly, And Wishes You Privately, And Walks Away When He Sees You Busy With Someone Other Than Him, And His Ego Restrains Him From Getting Near You, And Contents Himself With The Love For The Sake Of Love

Don't Love Deeply, Till You Make Sure That The Other Part Loves You With The Same Depth, Because The Depth Of Your Love Today, Is The Depth Of Your Wound Tomorrow.

Days Will Pass, And You’ll Abandon Things You Were Addicted To, And Leave Someone, And Cancel A Dream, And Finally, Accept A Reality.