You are a big question mark, drawn by the waves of black ink, over the edge of my eyes. You are like one of those lies that I love to hear, and that look like the sea of clouds over the mountains of which you love so much to talk about. You're like my very best fear, from which I hide but love to seek. You are like the best prove that love isn't real, but that the ilusion of it, is so dreamed of, that I never want to let go.