My shyness together
with the scent of jasmine...

You grew your fears inside of me
just like my fear of butterflies...

Fears
conquered...

Autumn,
rustic and grey...

In moments of a new day
the forest wakes serenely...

Who are you today
Naughty Mouse or Mickey Mouse...

I can still smell your scent
on the pillow next to me...

I refuse to welcome
you back. Arrogant...

The moment I saw those
eyes, I knew I had to steal...

You
bitter, insecure...

Look at the woman I am today,
dragging you in every dream...

I kept it in its genuine pink
box, I only open it once...