You're like ten thousand butterflies.
You have this way of moving yourself.
You're the leaves when they dance in the wind.
You're the candle that dies in the dark.

But you're needles in my head
and the shadows when I sleep at night.
Like voices from every corner.
Venom spreading through my vains.

The sweetest kind of song.
You're a crystal from the sky that falls on my cheek.
In my head we're tainted colors and belief.
A mirage of actual existing love.
I don't believe that you exist.
For me.