Fragile

The day i lost the most fragile string on my guitar I knew i was gonna lose, in my heart But i kept moving forward thinking i won't cope Because i didn't wanna lose in fear just for looking through the telescope And there i see, the melancholy waves Like beauty that drowns talents with it was he, Sharp as a knife, unique as a snowflake, Pure as a true love's kiss was he Was he my plea or my plague? Fallen was he to save me on his knees Just nineteen tulips on his reincarnated wake Just seventeen lilies on this pedestal of waking trees There was he lingering through air like the essence of lavender Came to this wanderer wandering in, with words of silence causing hurt Piercing through the pages is the wanderer wondering wonder And affection was the wave that came to surrender The art of alchemy to stitch back the fragile torn pieces of a jocker