Katansa A. Katakpani

In this life; In this field
In all my hopes and in all my dreams

Carefully, I tie a ribbon around every flower that strikes out to me
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Bursting blue, Glorious green, Radical Red, Poignant pink
Just like the anemone, I'm blessed with powerful shades
But only if you could see that flowers can indeed fly
And it's not just a dream, it's a beautiful real sight
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Oh, ILY
I avoided you for so long, really
I should have said something sooner
Because every second, the knife gets duller
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Oh, I don't know if I'll miss you.
Were you truly my best friend?
Yesterday, you left without me again
And today, I don't think I can crawl back.
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Don't touch me
Don't leave me
I'm scared I'll wilt and wither like those who came before
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I've tried all the endless possibilities
But you won't acknowledge the flower of Me
When I speak, you suddenly go deaf
And when I show you, you're miraculously blind
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The flower of me isn't so real
And the world you see is just still
So, hold on to my lie
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Oh, Lily, I still struggle with the little things
Sincerely, I truly apologise for my insincerity

Oh, Lily, I still struggle with the little things
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A fallow mind mining his own business
Every swing buries me in my own unrest
Those with golden antlers calling it 'laziness'
No, just a rough cut truly doing his very best
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I stumble into that blue side—
But is this really my destination?
The cobalt land is in fact scarlet,
Being blasted on by crimson lights
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With fear, steadfast I walk
On a street breathing without my whispering breath
No more memories in black and white
Just glimpses of something and something about pencil lines
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