Do I hold any value? Or am I just the mist?
So delicate and light on your face,
but cold to your lips.
I watch the clouds protect the moon and I think of sunken spaceships,
they're drowning in an unknown atmosphere, lifeless.

Im doing all I can, failed attempts. I'm erasing my thoughts, then replacing them again. I'm wondering, no, doubting, I'm unsure of where to go. I draw a line that nobody else knows. I end it here, but without fear, I cant steer.

Naive, thinking my words could never end. I set a bottle on the wooden fence and the shooting begins. I'm tying knots in my eyes and sorrow in my stomach. You're beautiful, so is your skin. You're beautiful, within. You're positivity all wrapped up like a present and I'm waiting to unwrap it, to clasp hands with it, to show it life and meaning. This, all in the forms of memories and innocence. Just know I'm not expecting you to accept that I wouldnt want you to expect anything from me.

My mind is half frozen.. I'm walking towards you and you're closing and opening the door. Reaching your hand out to touch mine. You take a glimpse at me then look down, it's time for goodbye. They always said when one door closes, another opens, but you walked away, with the door half open.