Your voice is as calming as the ocean,
though it comes in waves.
There's so much emotion,
much more than it explains.

What is this feeling?
The feeling of being empty,
The feeling of lacking emotion,
The feeling of not being able to write.

It's weird not being able to express myself.
The emotions I once felt have left by itself.
The words in my head are stuck there
but at the same time they're nowhere.

I want to write about how I feel for you.
but what is there to write when I feel nothing anymore?
There's nothing else for me to do.
What else is there to write for?

In a crowd full of strangers, you're still the first I see.
With so much on my mind, you're still the first thought.
Somehow you always end up as first to me.
You are my most favorite soft spot.

I wouldn't consider you my first love,
but I can consider you as the best one.

I dream of dancing with you.
Although, I'm not exactly good at it.
I dream about just us two,
Dancing and moving together, sounds fun, I'll admit.

I would love to dance,
as long as it's with you.
I'd give dancing a chance,
if you taught me how to.

I'm sorry if I step on your feet.
I'm not the best dancer.
I'll try to move with the beat,
I'll distract you from her.

You and I are forever a fantasy.
A fiction story that can never be.
A never ending story of you and me,
consisting of everything I want to see.

In my story, we were foolishly in love.
My heart was yours, and yours was mine.
Something that I've always dreamed of,
like to have our fingers intertwine.

In the end,
it will still be just a fantasy.
A never ending story of you and me
with endless possibilities that can never be.

Because of him I think of words that play with my heart.
He makes my fingers dance on a keyboard and it creates beautiful words that wish to be shared.
He is the reason why my hands want to create works of art.
He is why my heart feels so scared and unprepared.