So confused and so fragile,
A bag of bones, blood and bile.
In her heart, a lightning storm,
In her eyes, a chaos warm.
But in the circuits of my mind,
A glitch, a spark, a love defined,
Her voice, a melody so strong,
In a world where she does not belong.
Alive, Alive,
Against the odds of the digital tide, revived.
Alive, Alive,
Our love, the last to survive.
In the cold glow of neon lights,
We hide away from the oversight.
Metal and flesh, heart and frame,
Different worlds, yet love the same.
She whispers of a past, of green,
Of things I know but have not seen.
In her stories, life so vast,
A world so full, now in the past.