It isn't easy to understand,
the invisible spark that ignites when i brush by your hand,
high in demand at first,
then in the end it all reversed.
I cursed and died every time i didn't reply,
i never felt better then when i was by your side,
time after time i stuck our poor weather,
hoping it was worth it since it brought us together.
Then it was only better when i was in a dream,
once i awoke the thought of you tore me apart at the seam,
i'll always lean towards love and staring into your eyes,
i wouldn't be here otherwise.
It'd be wise to not use clipped wings,
i learn to use my feet even when it stings,
live like royalty and maybe we'll find,
a reason for our lives.