Something's left between us,
And you have vacated a space.
Void somewhere in my heart.
Some things are left to say.
So I wept it out here.
Honey, if confronting would have been 
easy, I  wouldn't have scribbled pages 
with curves trying,
to sort out feelings for you.

Feelings are complicated and hence are we.
But darling that's the beauty.
Trying to make meaning out of meaningless,
sense out of senseless.
And my mute companion,
of mere wood and ink have assisted
to figure my feelings for you.

There's a reason some of my words
you read ahead of these
are meaningless, senseless and comical.
But feelings are like animal,
wild and ferocious.
Demanding to be free, demanding wilderness.
So here they are out,
in the form raw and untamed.

I am such a contradiction.
pouring my soul out, 
into expressing myself the best,
into expressing my love,
into figuring out myself.
But too dividing part into
concealing it the best, so that you 
won't find it even in greatest of depths.

Such a contradiction are my feelings.
I would want to tell you all,
All that is my love to you,
All the unspoken words,
but I wouldn't wish to speak,
just swipe it under the rug.

Honey things are left.
Left to say, left to express.
In such an urge to lay it out
I put them over my desk,
trying to present my sweetest 
and acceptable self.
Trying hard to portray my bests,
I rather put out my miserable mess.

Trying to present in either way,
I wrote you some songs.
Intending to break the internet
I'm rather left with a broken heart.
My faulty melodies, and rhythms
thought could soothe a wounded heart.
But how could a bashed thing
mend something fallen apart.

But don't you worry.
why would you even do that?
If only you knew my presence 
you'd have. 
I'll be here on the other side
watching you from afar.
I'll be here on the other side
waiting to catch your heart.

A/N- the song is in French which is about a thing which is not really a dream and not quite the reality either. A man which doesn't exist. A bird you never captured. This is the same thing i would like my book to be based on.
Feelings which doesn't really exist as an entity, but are real. My dream to be with you which i didn't capture, neither could I. My thoughts which roam free and couldn't be captured. Enjoy!