I touched the Sun with my own hand,
She's cold to the core,
Her neck where my lips often visit,
Got ligature marks all over,
Her eyes that used to shine warm light,
Now dark and colder than Artic nights,
I spent no time admiring her magnificence,
And She had no stars to accompany Her,
How had I failed to see through these lenses?
That She shone dark blue throughout the year,
My life without Her presence,
A life full of fear,
Where I'm counting sheeps all night,
Reading storybooks and folklore,
And cry as I try to fight,
The fact that dawn will arrive no more,
I know my tears won't restore Her flame,
But I'll weep still for I am the one to blame.

I'd give you the best of both worlds,
If both worlds weren't already yours.

You are a dove,
I am a raven,
All that you love,
I have forsaken,

I was ready for your love,
but your white I was scared to taint
I'm just scared to dive,
deep into your life.
You were my dove,
I was your raven.

If Romeo waited, he will see
that his true love Juliet was not dead but asleep.
If Cinderella waited at the bottom of the stairs,
her prince charming would never have left her foot bare.
If the young mermaid waited patiently,
perhaps the man will visit and avoid this tragedy.
If Snow White waited till the animals say
the apple was poisoned and turning gray.
If I keep on waiting for you,
will you, one day, love me too?