It’s raining, I am standing in ruins.
They have been your playground.
The scene demonstrating my own delusions:
An imposter in the paradise you found.

Everywhere I look, I see your face,
Your eyes observing me in your safe place.
Fully concious of your presence, I take another step,
Marking new places on my own map.

Our worlds were meant to collide,
Yet the reasons stay in the dark.
Maybe just to leave in our lives a mark.
Our love I have mystified.

Every second I cannot spend with you,
I will try to undo,
Compensating by walking through
The paradise that belongs to you.