When I closed my eyes
I saw you, like I've done for the past whole month.
I was running to you-the good you
I was running from you-the you that hurt me.
This time it wasn't a fragrance nor a whisper,
It was a heart that seemed too sincere
I will always run to you in my dreams
because in my mostly childish naivety,
I dream of seeing your face and grazing it will my finger
I dream of kissing your lips and hearing you say you'd fight.
I wanna sleep forever, never open my eyes, because then we'll share a life,
And because then,
I am a teardrop and when the sun comes up, I'll fall and become a million grains of salt.