Relationships are like an everyday routine.
There are bad days.
There are good days.
You wake up to your bed hair.
You start your relation with imperfection.
Your interrupted by an alarm clock.
Your interrupted by your emotions.
You repel the interest of getting out of bad like the strong connection you built with you friend.
You have an intended purpose to get out of bed same as you plan on being there.
You brush your teeth to watch what you say.
You rinse you mouth out to expose all that you may.
In the sense of starting a clean slate.
Like crossing streets, a mistake can be the end.
One word can break (us) like the tale of [Jataka] "Ya-Take-Us"
Up Hills & down, you couldn't make a sound.
As our heart pound, it'll tremble the mount our relation is built upon like the motive our day run on.
Without you, I sleep on
