everything you touch
turns into wind
therefore, you can't touch it
or see it anymore
but you know it is somewhere
don't you feel the days pass by fast
and we don't remain the same?
you stroked my hair before walking away
I can't believe that I cried a tear for you
now I feel like if I'm able to do anything for you
and it's not funny when you don't care
now I know, those days that we spent together
they were dreams vanishing into fake kindness
in reality, we never got to know to each other.
and that second seemed years
it was so hard saying "hello"
oh, all the little things you notice
when searching for love out
there was a butterfly resting on your window
it looked like it was dead
but, suddenly, the feeling flew to the skies.