A beastly omen of natural tragedy crawling
in our eyes,our souls,our minds...
I saw you...
Not the way your are,but the way I learned to see you
in all this confusing time-
I saw it as it were the water from a crystal glass,
like an infant's laugh,like a teardrop's crash!
I saw the 'What if...?'
in chocolate glowing suns,
'Maybe' written on your lips
in scars and burns...
We didn't have to worry-the secret was safe!
As was the wish which we shared in our
That ink is invisible,only the heart can see,
only sweet insanity can conquer,
only our choice could seal...
There's no point in avoiding the truth:
we chose different paths-
or,more so,they chose us to feel once more
the careless smile of youth!
It's over,even though it really never began!
We meet in dreams,never hand in hand...