delicate creature

You're a delicate creature, a fragile heart beat.
I have to hold your ideas with care, so I don't shatter your hopes and motivations.
Your hands were trembling like the strings struck on a violin.
But I was melody blind for your touch, and as you sung what your heart yearned to profess,
I turned away and for that I've digressed.

I know I shouldn't have played Delilah with your sparrow wings.
You're a delicate creature, You're a delicate thing.
I'm afraid I've held you too tightly, so let go and breath.
It's my fault for letting you believe that I was what you thought of me.