Butterflies I feel.
Yet my mind denies it.
Oh heart must you reel.
From it\'s deep brown eyes.
That are voids of nirvana.
Into oblivion yet now I am lucid
Able to perceive because of my rapid heartbeat.
Why come now?
For you were always the sun,
Providing light in my world.
For you were always the sea,
Where the tranquil waves swirled.
For you were always my scars,
In which reminisced of the past.
For you were always my legs,
In which made me run fast.
To your warmth, I neglected.
For I was the cloud which blocked your light.
For I was pollution in which the sea ceased to fight.
For I were the sleeves which hid your scars.
For you were the broken legs,
That was hit by my broken heart.