Something In Return

This world is full of hatred.

Nothing in it is pure, nothing in it is wise.

Because everything is always in disguise.

The world is so small

Bitter eyes and classic smile

hidden beneath a cup of tea in afternoon party

Whoever thought waiting is the easiest part, had never ever tried to wait this hard. Whoever thought the moon is pretty, had never get to see how beautiful the morning sky is.

Mornings get easier when you have someone to share with, or the sky to share with.

I need to be happy. Now.