Sunday, January 24, 2010

my butterflies die

I imagined your breath
When the air around was cold
So softly it melted the ice

I had your fire burning here
I heard your voice whispering
So softly it melted the ice

I heard silence that was not a killer
When closing the eyes did hurt
An illusion that freezes me
on the inside

Where I left my hopes
With fallen teardrops
Where ended the illusion
freezing me on the inside

Why the birds sing their lullaby
That seems to be their last one
So softly it freezes their hearts

How the wings are this heavy
That you can't fly at all
So softly it freezes their eyes

How come I am alone here
When that seemes you're mine
That's how
my butterflies die