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I'm obsessed with Sia Furler, and our names even rhyme!

Sia Furler is probably the most constant topper on my playlist with her lovely lyrics and soothing voice. I simply love her and writing this is probably the closest I could ever get to an appreciation.













Dear Sia,
'Tis  can't sum my words for how I feel,
Yet I'll dip my quill in ink, and
Make a frail attempt at an appraisal,
In all hope you ever find this and;
Feel the depth beneath these stark letters.
I hope these words float through your soul,
When you gaze at them,
As my ink hence splatters over this sheet.

For being the perfect music icon,
Twirling lyrics into art with beauty like never before;
The loveliest voice on the planet,
I thank you.

I can't recall the first lyrics i heard off of your lips,
But I did listen to Titanium;
Richochet...

Then I found my elastic heart,
Every tune from your lips threatening to rip it apart,
So great it was,
That I stuck on till I knew it by heart.

Next came Chandelier,and even though,
I was not one to follow an artist,
Before long I got addicted.
I had dreams of California,
And you said to never give up.
So I fought sandstorms,
Dynamite raging wars.

I surfed and loaded pages off the net,
Then I created a playlist.
Confetti was a spot on,
Midnight decisions spoke for me on darker nights,
Cheap thrills was carelessly happy,
Butterflies, fluttery...

Alive brought me to life, and
You said to take an angel by the wings;
I did beg her then for everything,
Froze the voices out of my head, and
Screamed at the reaper.

You had me red handed;
Said to move my goddamn body so you could,
Love me back to life.

My then little black sandals are now glittery,
I let free the animal some of those days;
Was once blinded by love though,
As my house was on fire.

Nothing I was unaware of,
For I left a number of footprints all over ashes,
While I burnt the pages,
And bid a fair game.

Shards of broken glass cut me once too,
I cried; big girls really do.
Wrapping up cuts in cellophane,
I still rose and told myself, 
I'm the greatest.
Never a day too soon,
For indeed I am.

Under moonlight did I scrawl these lines,
Reliving every moment.

Dear Sia,
The girl lost to cocaine,
I'd love to meet her too,
Sing her a lullaby, and
Tell her she's unstoppable,
The way you reassured me in your tracks.

Dear Sia,
The list is endless,
For I am a tad too in love with you,
And all I see now is beauty.
In the lurking depths,
Where I huddled dressed in black,
Humming to myself where I sulked, and
There this helium balloon jostled me up,
Like a butterfly kissing a child, with
An eye for the minor key.

I've found the mystery of light, and 
You,ve set my birds free.
Of the one thousand forms of fear,
I dread naught.

Dear Sia,
You're just amazingly pretty.
Your eyes sing beauty, and
Your lip brings hope.
Your philosophy, life itself.

My soothing summer rain,
A thousand bullets I'd take for you, and
If this is all acting,
I'm glad I partook of the audience.

I wish too to see you;
In all hope that you'd spare me a hug, and 
Then I'll tell you this,
You've held me hostage!





Sincerely,
QJ.







































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