Words

Visiters:

I hear, when I am dancing with him,

Words, but like no other words

He takes my hands,

And put me over the clouds

Meanwhile, the [note=6]black rain in my eyes[/note],

Is dropping like showers

He carries me with him,

To a night with [note=7]pinky sky[/note]

I am like a little girl in his hand,

Feeling like a feather flying by air wafts

He brings seven moons in his hands,

And awesome songs

He gifted me the sun, the spring

And flock of swallows

He says, I am his precious,

And I am worth thousands of stars

He says, I am his treasure,

And the best paint he has ever seen

he kept saying things,

made me forget my steps and the dancing floor

his words are [note=8]flipping my history[/note],

they make me feel like the only woman, for a moment

He builds a palace of illusion,

Then I live there, but only for moments.

Then I return to my table,

Having nothing with me, except words

Words, but like no other words