the blink times

It’s been a long time,
since I touched those magic shoes,
while it seems like yesterday,
my heart was pinned on your door,
with little birds singing empty songs
like it was never meant to be.

If only there was ink in the bottle,
I’ll write you on every single star,
but I’m frail and much afraid.
In the sands of dreams you come and go,
with little nymphs playing dirty tricks,
like mirrors bearing broken faces.

If only I had my magic shoes,
I’ll take your hand so mind your step,
My little firefly, you’re gonna be
You can hear the music in the stars,
with dreams that color your every move,
I’ll save my last dance, only for you.