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Why Do my fingers Find its way To grasp pens and scribble Endless adjectives on paper Until I drain the ink out And fill all my notebooks with lead Striving to describe your immaculacy? Why Do my fingers Run their tips across The keyboard of letters Pressing out the syllables Forming verbs and nouns Struggling to define how much of my heart you hold? Why Does my heart Find harmony in wasting my time Pondering, writing, loving, day dreaming The perfection you have become? Why Is only all I ever asked myself But I have never wondered; How I manage to make the simplest of words Sound so exquisite Whenever my hands Scribble and scribble endlessly About you Forever asking the Why’s And never asking the How’s The How’s that prove My own worth along with yours
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
Why?
Why Do my fingers Find its way To grasp pens and scribble Endless adjectives on paper Until I drain the ink out And fill all my notebooks with lead Striving to describe your immaculacy? Why Do my fingers Run their tips across The keyboard of letters Pressing out the syllables Forming verbs and nouns Struggling to define how much of my heart you hold? Why Does my heart Find harmony in wasting my time Pondering, writing, loving, day dreaming The perfection you have become? Why Is only all I ever asked myself But I have never wondered; How I manage to make the simplest of words Sound so exquisite Whenever my hands Scribble and scribble endlessly About you Forever asking the Why’s And never asking the How’s The How’s that prove My own worth along with yours
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sublimelove
20/Non-binary/Maldives
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC
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