The first time you hurt someone and like it – The first time you steal and cheat and win
You shiver in the cold of night. Your dark eyes burn – a restless flame.
So, here we are, again – in the old, dark basement bar where you used to serve drinks on weekends
When the wind carries the salty scent of the smooth sea from the south
If this is pain, then it pales in the light of your tenderness.