Love is in the air.
Hearts are floating everywhere.
I try not to get affected,
So my heart won't be abducted.
Not yet anyway.
I don't want to feel these feelings any day.

But yet,
I can't help feeling it too.
I try to put my heart in a net.
But then it'll have nothing to do.
I beats slightly faster,
When I see that face.
To make it stop is to be a master,
In wrapping your heart with protective lace.

Could it be influence?
Cause everyone has hearts above their heads.
Or maybe I feel the need,
To feel like the others and bleed.

I'm trying my best,
To not go on with their fest.
I need to escape.
And put on some tape,
Onto their mouths,
To stop creating some doubt.

And when they talk about this 'love',
I feel like a lost little dove.
A dove who forgot how to fly.
They sound so silly,
It doesn't make any sense, really.
I feel like they're lost in their head.
And now it's replaced with a pink bubbly head.

They'll hurt you darling,
But only if you let them.
They'll burn you down,
But only because you're beautiful.
They'll mock your song,
But only for the fact they've never known their own sound.
In time darling, they will love you as well.

A dark, wispy being
That flutters from here to there.
Captures moments full of memory,
In paper for one to stare.

He uses his wispy hands,
And snatches these moments.
Whether as small as a grain of sand,
Or as huge as the wide lands.

He’s obsessed with them,
These moments.
For him, they’re like gems.
If not collected, they’ll be lost in the torrent
And forever be slipping past his hem.

These moments have power,
That only he understands
The strong ones bellow louder,
When held in his hands.
The small ones are like powder.
Alone, they cannot stand.

If you made some with him,
These moments, I mean.
Then beware: he’ll trim and skim
Then put them on paper to be seen.