You ruffle feathers with your words, which often taste like bitter ground.
I always avoid small talk, that's where the art of conversation drowned.
With me, you can rest your ceaseless efforts to mask flaws and make peace with your faults.
My heart's an ocean of raw emotion and tears empowered to dissolve all kind of salts.
Our minds understood that perfection can only exist in theory.
Together, we were inevitably destined to rekindle the rave of unadulterated love and add to its glory.