How does one get closer,
Is being close just names and pictures
Or is being close late night talks and midnight walks?
Being close, being close
People in the ground, butterflies in the sky yearn for it
A different language to each person
Unique, a different feeling in their heart
A different color in their mind
Butterflies in the stomach, may be worms for someone else.
How does one know it’s fake
Leaving one with nothing but heartache
How does one know it’s fake and not real?