You kept me high in the clouds while dreaming of you
But ever since you left in silence, known shadows are coming to me
I don’t blame you for the hurricane taking hostage my head
But you should know phenomenons were gone long ago when you were not there

Why sharing your hiking mountains if you were meant to leave
Why flowing against your wind and changed your direction towards mine
Nature demands the leaves to follow winds
Our destinations are no different than the clothes trees wear in warmer seasonal times
Instead, time passed and what has grown from crossing paths
Formed the phenomenon less expected, thrilling, promising
with a touch of electric arms, sensations of warm
but no colour in its core
As if one will never know the true intention of its form

I must be hard blind to still see the colour in it
You see, the silence in your ears made no difference in me
Too late to realise disastrous consequences were left in the phenomenon peak  
Hard to undo, heart tried to avoid its touch in full
Fictional franklin tree flowers, but no feelings, were formed during the strike
Timid in appearance but they came to excite me, haunt me
Deep down I doubted flowers, but no feelings, were mutual
if they might grow forward
They grew indeed, but less in you than me

Walk straight and target other surroundings instead
Approaching will be worthless
Realisation of true intentions came to me in the aftermath
Stronger the area got when something hard hits that much
Impressive the short time it took to strength
Flowers and feelings are gone for good, so as denial
and so as my illusion with you.