Choosing colors, foolish in black and white.
I believed for so long that you would never care although today was a stepping stone in what we do.
Fancy dinners, a table for two.
We sit alone in this crowded room.
Deadly with games on our mind, a competition for attention but little affection.
A pleasure to meet the ones who have made you into this beautiful man.
You’re the hidden treasure inside of a stone built kitchen.
Above the City, higher than others but not too far from the ground.
I envy your passion and dream for your honesty.
To be looked in the eyes and told what I am fighting for.