Don't touch me, I'm fragile.
I flutter and float in the wind,
But will disappear as soon as I come in contact,
With any living.
Not the last, but maybe the first,
I wish you well.
Farewell, but hello again, soon.
I am breakable, but isn't everyone.
A heart will not grow
But it will beat harder than a drum,
When in love.
Don't touch me, or you'll break my heart.
For a heart does not grow, it does not know.
It does not know it's not real.