A silly face for another,Conversation sans the words.Just eyes to speak a million stories,Like the million fireflies that float above me. Who are you? What have you done to me?It doesn't matter when you stand before me.An empty soul - A field of butterflies,Your fingertips graze across mine. Darkness falls and lightens a caution.Every move, breath, and thought,Echoing down the empty highway.A bus full of sleeping eyes, on...