You can hide in that extrovert all you want,
but I can see the introvert doing what introverts do best:
hiding inside.

The window's closed,
A small breeze blows,
So I curl my toes;
Another's open I suppose.

I am not good at sharing,
but I am good at caring.
I’m distracted by what you’re baring;
I’m sorry if I’m staring.
I’ve just lost my bearing,
from what you are wearing.
I think we’d make a nice pairing,
So, this view I am sparing;
For us to be sharing, which I am not good at.

The likeliness of my death,
Increases each day.
So, this is insurance,
To keep you a bay.
If I'm being honest;
This house is getting scary.
Which is not of my doing,
But you know me, I'm wary.
I love you, quite truly
And I need you to know,
That I'm sorry if I've left you,
But I guess, I had to go

My every wish, is for you,
I think, it's a little for me too.
To every star in the boundless sky,
To every eyelash blown up high,
To every clock shining at eleven: eleven,
To every flower petal flying to heaven;
My every wish is your happiness.
Maybe it's my love or my kindness,
But my every wish is forever yours.

No one knows how much I love you.
No one knows how much you love me.
No one knows.
No one knows, not even us.
No one knows, not even us until something intense happens.
No one knows.

I’m swimming in a sea of warm,

A soft hide-away, which can be worn;

It keeps me safe during a storm,

Stops me from getting cut by thorn;

More cosy than my uniform,

Though, it may be a little over-worn.

I feel a void in my soul,
like a storm when it's cold.
I feel a void in my soul,
an empty castle made of gold.
I feel a void in my soul,
it's a sign, that I'm too old.
I feel a void in my soul,
where my magic used to be.
I feel a void in my soul,
like my magic has been sold.
Sold to a stranger.

She walked with the misfortunate,
Their butterflies were broken
Living with some suffering,
While pain remained unspoken.
She walked into a hospital,
To find, a different shockwave,
butterfly upon butterfly, lay buried,
There in shallow unmarked grave.