Years that I have been staring at you, I still can't believe,
It all seems like dream that I have weaved.
Your smile, your giggles, your eyes
Is this even true?
Because lately it feels,
Feels like you are an angel that I couldn't see.
You are so beautiful,
And I'm scared, scared that you might break.
As my eyes drift even for a second,
I see myself in the mirror.
The sun goes away,
And the reality sets in.
The doubts start creeping again, and I wonder,
Maybe I, I can never fly again.
Like the petals of the roses, the pieces of dust,
Maybe I won't ever be able to touch the sky.
The wounds are hurting as the darkness seeps in,
But then I dream about the light,
The light that you will tomorrow bring.
But the hope is fluctuating,
And sometimes I'm afraid.
I'm scared, scared that you will fly away so high,
That one day it'll all be out of my sight.
And without you,
I wonder if I will ever have any other cure.