The Dainty Dummy

To people it’s nothing; to me it’s everything
With a periwinkle touch,
Just perfection to my eyes,
To people it is not much,
Time stops, goes anticlockwise.
To people it’s nothing; to me it’s everything
Memories come back,
Back from ancient times,
Memories from distant families,
Maybe we will meet sometime.
To people it’s nothing; to me it’s everything

When I hold you, I feel safe,
Safe like I am a cub and you are the mother,
Ready for sacrifices that come our way,
To people it’s nothing; to me it’s everything
Time goes back to clockwise,
No longer will I feel your essence,
I stare at your sparkling, golden eyes,
To people it’s nothing; to me it’s everything