As I try to reach out
my hand to you
A panoramic scene
Flashed in dim hue
A scene I never thought
would be this ever true
Crushed a part of me
Without a single clue.

A lonely girl with a quiet heart
A man of words around a few
Stuck around like twin clash
Ironically, without ado
One felt true for one who felt, too
No one has said that something's true
Broken harmony, naturally bound
Fateful, drastic, silently loud.

The foliage whirled
beneath the yellow moon
Piled up as if to cover
some blank in secret tune
Like a flower blossoming
in perfect powder blue
A nonsense kind of reality
Like such visions, it never grew.