You fall, peacefully like a teardrop in mid-day.
Yet you are cold like the heart of the heart-less.
Just your looks spell out wander, spell out beauty.
Although I do use to wander when your time comes, your deeper meaning is no beauty.
You look so pure, you seem so sweet. But when touched, I feel I have cracked a part of me.
Just to walk through your flying mist, is a day I want to miss.
You are not who you portray you are.
