It's like trapped inside the Guinevere myth.
Lack of scream,
tell,
laugh,
just a breeze to share my smile.
An unhandled smile.
I don't know if you run
If you ever spend the night,
crawling at our conversation.
A fatalistic warning.
Who's that girl in the mirror?
No eye to eye
No hand in hand
Just heart to heart
From distance through athmosphere
We'll keep it low
Hidden
And love will keep it existance
Just like human being