I Hate my fingers.
Untouching. unfeeling. Frantic.
Panic my soul,
If I cant have one taste
Why must I watch you?
Clouding my moments
My sleep & my wake.
My fingers dance cold & alone
Along the keys of my faded memories.
Wasted. Putrid.
Tell me what am I good for.
Empty. Useless.
If I cant breathe you in.
Clouding my moments
My sleep & my wake.
My fingers dance cold & alone
Along the keys of my faded memories.
I hate my fingers
Reliant. Defiant & silent.
Quiet & froze
They recoil in vain
Like a bird in the rain
Why must I remain
Clouding my moments
My sleep & my wake.
My fingers dance cold & alone
Along the keys of my favorite memories.
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