If I touch you with my fingertips,
Will you wither away?
Will you dissolve in my palm?
Too fragile to kiss...
Too far to reach...
I wouldn’t want to hurt you,
Instead I'll run away.
I feel like a child,
Lost in the cold.
And you are like my light,
But my paradox instead.
Because if i touch you,
We'll both wind up dead.
Like Romeo and Juliet
Only, not.
Because i never really gave you my heart.
