She: I think I’m seriously fucked up being. He: Yes and that’s what makes you so utterly irresistible.

Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.

The tapestry of life, woven of blood and gold. Would that I were to pull a thread From this seemingly tangled web What will I behold?

My love, I do not remember how you came. I don’t remember how we met and changed. Memory fails to tell me of how you looked. Time took away the first word that you spoke.

Pride, why do you hold me? Holding me so hard in your arms, Squeezing my heart so tightly. It’s despicable how you liaise with Stubbornness to claim all efforts on my part.

O’ taunt not Death, mock him not! For he carries a duty most grave and sod. He who languish with heavy footsteps and a complacent nod, Saying, “at times I even rock the cot.”

The truth weeps because it has been denied. It cries for it has lost to lies. Truth in my words sighs. It knows defeat in lies. Cloak in favoring and seductive tongues, lies burn more brightly then truth, though with a different light.

Two subjective motions propel one singular thought One qualitative measure defines half a theory bought Zero advancement presents an undefined excuse And an inexcusable mistake raises an eye of accuse

Truth is the sewage of the black hole from the other side

What is freedom without coercion? Faith is just stubbornness to not be placated. There is this mechanism that compels everyone to save a drowning man, if and only if he is a complete stranger.