Manchmal ist die Wahrheit eine Art von Liebe die zu wenig Herzen ertragen können.

The more I write about us, the more our love feels like art.

An artist paints to forget while a poet writes to remember.

I think if someone would be in the Louvre who looks just like the Mona Lisa - the people wouldn’t care about her - because the only thing they admire is the soul captured in the painting not the body that is mortal.

And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins;letting my scars glow in a dark bluereflecting the colour of your weary eyes.