I see you walk through the room
my heart like a cocoon, blooms.
I heard you talk about the things you love
and cant help to think that we both
fit together like puzzle parts.
But then I find the hole on my path,
the dragon that protects the tower,
the darkness that fills my room.
Its that, no matter how similar we are,
how perfect I think we could be,
when shyness comes in
the distance grow further
until you cant see me.
I'm just a point in the horizon.