Flowers are to be hold
Butterflies are to be felt
by every empty hearts
of once an euphoric soul.
Ecstatic is all I feel
when you said I am the one that you need
Months and months passing by
watching my own soul survive.
Wrote your name in a book of mine,
stared too long and faked a smile
Every second of it, my heart was fucking fine,
were longing for a presence that was never in sight.
Days after days you make me want
for a human who never had me in his mind,
love and effort I never could find,
probably its not me this time.
