Sapphire. This flame that dance. Whispers in dreams that kill stress. Echoes that hit home. When there was no home. Rain in a rainbow that you know belonged. This fever itch you can't deny. Only want when you're alone. Eyes a glimmer in a dream. Sapphire fever pitch. A disease that my brain never knew. Yet I saw yet I saw. Wanting. Needing. This home away from home this comfort away from a nearby hell. A rose burns to bleed. Just to feel. Sapphire fever pitch. Am I just a dream to what I really want? Happiness without shackles. Love without a firm hand. Am I truly bad? But does anyone understand how I don't like the horror made by my hands? But for love for the search of a love I can't stop. I won't stop. Cuz if you love someone you don't give up on them. Love doesn't call it quits when it counts.