Beautiful Disaster

There's people that just pass by, and others that stay. There's people for a year, for a summer, for the night. How to know? Kundera said that the beauty of life is that we do not have a draft of life to compare and do things differently.

So tonight I fall for the stars in his eyes. I am so impatient I wish I knew if he's beyond being a perfect piece of DNA and goes one layer deeper. I wish he does. He makes me feel at ease, he's so smart, so sweet, such an untold story.

But he's so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster...