this is a rhapsody I wrote
I wrote for me and you to hear
You came here for a guide
I wrote to you because sometimes
I love you more than I love me
I think about your brittle smiles
all the glances you could steal from me
how you would use your waterfall hair to hide your cheeks
I think about your thoughts in rainy mornings
I think about the warmth of your **** arm
And then I just hope I could spare
My hole existence with you, but not with me...

Then one muscle rise my brown eyelid
and I'm alive, the angel with wild wings,
I've just pictured, was't you,
But me.