What We Are

Once night I was thought, how could you be this overaw?

Was that your eyes, remind me of kindness free butterfly?
Was that your face, reminds me of fine painting precious childhood?
Was that your body, reminds me of tenderness blanket within cold night?
Was that your grasp, reminds me of enjoyment chocolate melted?
Was that your voices, reminds me of crystallined river water?

But I guess that wasn't enaugh yet to make even a globule of fire for shinning one
world.. There are still so many things which sounded pretty.
But when I realized there're fakeness and unimmortality, those all things felt
sacharine candy marbles.. crumpet.

Straight. Constant. Genuine. Warmth. Pure gentle sad piano melody.
Lacuna. Onely. Elegy. Weary. Fall autumn sepia leaves.
Crypty, I feel you.

You don't have to endured it by yourself, do you?
There's a pain that I feel when you're next to me, somehow.
and I cant tell you how or why..

Knowing there's nothing I can do nor I want you to do with
But I just want you to share
All the feelings that you keep.

Yes, I'm nobody.
I'm just paper in the book.
I'm just a girl who see that fallen dew flows into small lifestream.
We are nothing. We are dumb.

Together.. we are old fashioned thick book and we will show the world how
white paper and ink do.