Sensitive+Strings (1st Anniversary)

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Said you would always be sitting at the corner with a blue tag,
I waltzed my thoughts, I tried to picture the exact,

"yeah, I don't know about that"

I was drowning in an ocean blue,
Riffed of sadness,
Of heartstrings,
Of feathers,

Of flowers,
Of lovers,

Of showers of petals,
Of powers of heaven,

Of light in your eyes,
Till the day that I die,

But I still don't have enough courage to open up the door,
So will you please take my love away from me?

I am stitched in these walls,
These desks,
These garden trees and their calls,

I am the ruffled sheets,
I am the musk rose scent,
I am the glass bead,
Reflecting a million streaks of the sunlight,
I am the small hole on the roof as a vent,
Showering the floor surface with moonlight,

So I don't,
No I don't,

Ever want to leave,
My comfort,
And crumble my life without an anchor like an ice cream cone,

Why would I ever leave my home?

When I was told me they were serious,
I hid away to indicate that I was furious,

I shut the lights down,
I know my home better than humans that act like hand-me-downs,

I maneuver in the dark,
I survive on killing you but I kill me first,

Or were those your words,
Illused like arrows,
Pointed and fucking narrow,

A valory pierce and the red glittered blood flew,
And I was killed but I still survived,

I love you till the day that I die.