" An accident of falling in love with my subject "
What is this curve on my lips?
What about this hair flips?
Every time the door way to our soul meet
It's a wrong-move that makes my heart skip its beat
This cliché that innocently trigger me
To write this short story
You as my profound subject
That my long-lost feelings detect
Those dark round eyes
Seems like singing songs of lullabies
And every word you utter
Send out couple of butterflies fluttered in the garden
And your stance
I have had wasted a lot of stealing glance
I may not able to reach my hand
But, I know this gaps will someday intertwined
You have caught me, still i am the larceny
Cause I am the theft of getting personal property
Pardon or line me up with conviction
Deafening excuses may arouse as a conclusion
But don't jail me in your life show
Not until I've been convicted in a court of law
That it was not an accident of falling in love with my subject
That I was once detected
