The scenery couldn’t have been built better for the perfect kiss.
Instead of a kiss she finds what fear fears.
The wish of flying free always ends in flying alone.
Has freedom ever been found to bring bliss?

As the sun shadows tears of disappointment and grief,
She falls from the sky she had put herself in.

An illusion made because of a few words, a few smiles?

The burden of a woman has always been
The same of a man.

One paints a picture of the perfect paradise
Never once deviating, never changing.
The other paints black the picture of a paradise once made
In hopes of never falling again.