“She walks like the dead, sways like a drunk, dragonflies follow, clinging to her skirts.
Radiant as can be, she’s always in places you’d never even see. She exists in a plane, suppressed in time, only to watch life fly on by.
She’s never seen by the world
She could definitely be felt.
But she roams only the trails she saw, Always afraid of getting lost
I see a girl with a dead pace
And eyes longing for a faraway place
Seems almost hidden in the school halls
But her presence demands to be seen

She speaks of adventure
Desperate to be heard
But her feet remain rooted in the earth
And her eyes in that special place of her
Doesn't it get lonely? girl
Roaming in a forest left behind”

“A flower bloomed between us
And at that moment I knew I couldn’t walk away.
That same flower wilted because, I tend to over water things.
Now I’m backing away just to watch everything fall apart because maybe I said too much,
I. was. just. trying to pull you in.
And I feel like I’m grieving over something, that hasn’t died yet
Maybe its us.
Because your smile is faltering and fading away from my dreams
And I’m uncertain of your return”