The Torn Off Wing Of The Butterfly

Blurred vision of what my life could be

With her, fade me away

Wrapping bliss is here synthetic

I know I'm dreaming, but it's so soothing

Through his eyes I see myself naked

My secret garden revelated

Why doesn't he speak to me... ?speak to me...

Slumped on settee, jack in hand

Smoke and darkness fill the air

A scene too mature for a child

(It seems I lived thousand lives)

Eyes wide open, disconnected

While my mind lives it's romance

I seem quite dead but if you look closely I smile

Through my eyes don't you see my will

I want someone who's strong

This wait, it bother me

In a strange motion of turmoil

Her braided aura evaporates

Although I hold you tight against my warmth

Your entity flees from my arms

How long will you stay in this reverie

I'm here in the real world

Peharps, I'm wrong, don't you want me? really... ?

In a moment of pure stupor

Her braided blond hair is moving away

I leave it's not a dream, you missed the boat

See you when you'll be on board

As I see her walking away,

Such as a torn off wing from a butterfly

I try to keep her silhouette in mind

But now that she reached the corner of the street

It seems that her face is already erased from my retina.

Is this the way humans are supposed

To forget the loved ones, lord?