I feel the hate,
I feel the love,
The crushing mountain of prisms
Falling on top of her,
Sliding into oblivion.
I thought of her,
She thought of me,
Whether we may see the light of day
And sharing waves along the way.
The light shimmering,
Revealing the dark shapes,
I wonder does it attract the wickedness and cruelty?
I know I’m slow,
I know I can learn.
We search deep, deep in our minds:
And we leave it for the door,
We think we’ve found truth,
But the sky hides what flies in the darkness,
As us who exist in a self-made prism.
I’m her fantasy, I’m never hers,
She’s nothing, maybe my insanity?
I felt nothing like this before
And I dove into love never again.
