What I prefer is a paradox
I prefer flowers,
but I am not the kind of girl that you give them to.
I prefer to come alive at night,
yet I'm afraid of the dark.
I prefer to have a blank mind,
but most of the time thy does not happen.
I prefer to talk
but I say nothing important.
I prefer having a wild heart
but I'm trapped in a cage.
I prefer being full of love
but I won't give it anymore.
I prefer blue eyes
yet I fell for brown.
I prefer my own company
yet I hate being alone.
I prefer being complicated
but I'm easy to figure out.
I prefer to walk,
but I want to be swept off my feet.
I prefer oxygen,
but he takes my breath away.
I prefer black
yet like yellow.
Silence is golden
but I prefer silver.
I prefer noise in a world that is deaf yet I remain

silent.