In the shadows of my mind, you’ll find my depth
In the quietness of the night, you’ll find my soul
In moody weather, you’ll find me
I’ve been dying for something real
Perhaps I am crazy, I am wild
I am the bluest part of a flame
And so, I often burn myself
You told me to take it off and I gave in to you silently
I gave loyally, prepared for you to take every inch of me
You are a brilliant pianist
I am a writer
I observe you
I am mesmerized
But,
I wanted miracles from a desert that could never grow me a rose
