Every time I turn the pages of my heart,
My feelings lie exposed there :
My scars and faults rejoice
I lose my ability to fake a smile-
The demons of the pages don't scare me anymore,
The fairies of the enchanted world, satisfy my crave for words.
The dry flowers offered at the graves of my soul :
Fly up off into the open sky like a bubble.
I stand there, hearing the mellifluous melancholy:
Stabbing a sharp knife,deep into my heart,
Rejuvenating the altruist inside me;
As my eyes turned pale blue :
Calm and satisfied like the ocean,
My arms craving for your existence -
My love, come back!