Spits careful words so shutting
Holds secrets I will never hear
Be still, I want to know you clear.
Brief spun of time had lost me
Asked myself, who was he
Wondering why stars had popped
When I hear him, my heart stopped.
Cry me flowers and butterflies
His whispered words so nice
The laugh that always gets me
The vague silence that always catches me.
Sadly, pauses would ruin it
Since topics are lost and not hit
Deep down we know no forever
The night is young, the heart is a hunter.
Originally made by @Typingletter