I used to captivate emotions
Thoughts held in leash, doors safe on lock
As you kept reaching, kept on calling
It messed me up, put off my stroke
Now fickle dreams,inductions heavy
I dig myself a deeper delve.
Is it about a certain person
Or feeling to persist itself?
Insanity in circles running
My butterflies have wings of stone
My doubts are spread in thoughsands pieces
And buried under careless snow
Anxiety I'm overcoming -
So fragile, vulnerable stage.
So tell me please a story-teller
How come you're burning final page?
To you
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