And we danced
and we roamed
.... and we found a way to feel alone.

Just for a second,
our guards were down
We embraced the moment
like cranes fly high
      we soared!
Then we...crashed
our wings folded on us.

But we're us
and we dance
and we don't give up on looking up
at what makes us want to love.

How many lines of poetry I've thrown away.

The amount of hearts broken from masquerades.

The tears I've cried over silly boys.

The days I spend being sad.

The I love you's

To the silent words I never say.

How many great in depth things I've let go to waste?

Hopeless nights of our lungs giving out. Last July, you promised this would all stop.

But here I am. Grasping the bed sheets wondering where you are? Do you want to be with me?

When you're alone you call me and kiss my face. I give in again.

But tonight is different the despair had won this race of lies. I'm tired of competing when I'm never gonna qualify.

Words could be a dangerous thing.
Once they are said, they can’t be forgotten.
But what’s more even dangerous is the idea of ‘you’
Once, you felt home but soon became storm.

Love stories could be a wonderful thing.
Once they are read, they can fascinate us.
But our story wasn’t perfect as everyone would expect,
It narrates how you put me into dark abyss of loneliness.

Songs could be a powerful magic.
Once they are heard, they give meaning to everything.
Yet our song consists of sad melody and unsaid words,
It is pleasant until it drowns you.

And like a photograph that captures everything,
That is supposed to be kept on your pocket.
But our photograph isn’t worth to keep
I’d rather let it carried by flood along with your memories.