A girl stares on,
filled with a request...

To the point,
I am here...

I loved you and it was true,
how otherwise, would i feel so blue...

Quit walking on eggshells
as if I think you are perfect...

Breathe,
wipe your tears...

No higher than the floor
stepped on and crumbled...

Once a day,
you would call...

As I sit here in the day, I think of you
first thing comes to mind: why am I so lucky...

With kisses floating on butterflies wings
built just for my once so mellow heart...

Fighting for the break, that changed us both
deep inside I feel the burn, I feel the depth...

Too beautiful to cry,
a heart of pure gold...

Free
left in unknown circumstances...