Your eyes are like heavy rain falling from pregnant clouds. With one glance, you washed awaythe poems I chalked on the groundand drowned all my beliefs.Now, I only scribble your name and believe in your truth. I know nothing but you. - Kamand Kojouri
He'd been let down so oftenHis brow was on the floorBut then they foundA small hole in the groundAnd let him down some more - David Thewlis