Outside of this physical world
That's how would I describe it
I cannot use any profound words
In order to justify and describe it

When you touched my fingertips
As I read the movement of your lips
That's when God granted my wishes
And my heart filled with ethereal bliss

But that feeling never stayed the same
Opposite to what you've been longing
I guess the butterflies flewed away
And never to be found in my periphery

That ethereal bliss is just an illusion
And a product of my worst delusion
Clear as the water in the flowing stream
Having you will forever remain a dream

-from PHILOPHOBIA

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