You spin my thoughts cursive,
speaking to me through blurred lyrics.
Your bright eyes sink into me
each nightfall when the notes echo.
You are my muse,
chosen by fate.
I wish to know your name,
in a way others fail.
I would give you the heavens
if I dared speak about this fire inside.
The bravery I once possessed
falters and shakes in your presence,
even when you called me
the prodigy.
More than just a chemical romance,
I wish you saw the yellow card
I hold in my heart for you.