There may be things I detest
lying right here in my lonely bed
Eyes closed I\'m almost alive
skipping through memories
one at a time
I dreamt of her long long ago
watched by stars we danced
the moon gave us comfort but the sun
it washed out the life
If I\'m to die
with memories grasped in my palm
in soul I\'ll live a butterfly
captured by the most poetic playwright
I feel in some ways I love you
princess in my head
Mindfulness should not be test
the truth being I simply don\'t know you yet