I come quietly. Silent entities can lack a certain weight when unseen.
Do they speak of me? My voice left with the breeze that whispered "you should flee or you shall be seen."

I´d die if you only met my eyes. Before you pass by, will you pause to break my heart.

I am everywhere, everywhere but here, for here is where you grace the nameless.
Were I not so weak, could I even speak I´d warn that you should leave before you´re seen with me.

They don´t hear me. Do I bore them when I tell them I adore them?