Distance is tolerable,
Not the easiest to bare,
In thought we feel so close,
In reality I’m terribly scared,
I feel so right,
Yet it feels so wrong,
Confused and broken,
Why is my defense so strong?,
I love you, I love you not,
You love me not, you love me
I’m running out of petals,
What will the last one be?
Every thought in my head,
Every image I come by,
All resemble a smile,
All remind me of why,
Why I haven’t broken,
Or why I feel this strange,
Why I’m giggling,
In these new childish ways,
Yet I’m just a picture to you,
I meaningless memory,
What is something if you haven’t lived it?
A thin slice of a tree, is all ill ever be
I’m just a picture to you,
Even if a meeting were to occur,
Everything would be upside down,
Another fairy tale tossed and burned
Still, I’m just a picture to you
