The pendulum effect

I am miss cellophane to you.
Walking out on you, i flinch.
Saturated and overwhelmed with the most inconsequential interactions, I noticed the subtle shades of blue.
My delicate soul dances to the swing of your emotions.
This mellow debate of ours is full of unexpressed glances, tainted with unspoken smiles.
Flustered with the thought of you, i want to be invincible.

High on the idea of you.
(i will talk to you from here)