Love is sweet drug and everyone wants to smuggle it and if you got it more the lesser you become.
And I am a victim of it,. it's highly addictive and makes you hungrier and sleepless, you can stay front of others but secretly you are crying inside. It makes you a poet with falling hair and you're sitting beneath a Cercis silliquastrum with moist air and glowing Sun but you as a poet are writing about depression. As much as you want, the more...