yes i know
poetry is for paper
but goodness if i could just burn the inkstains off
these fingers i just want you to
hear
how loud my heart talks
i'm sorry i can't keep
my hands the ink
the blood to myself
words are all i've given away
but for people like you
i think i could never write enough
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
yes i know
poetry is for paper
but goodness if i could just burn the inkstains off
these fingers i just want you to
hear
how loud my heart talks
i'm sorry i can't keep
my hands the ink
the blood to myself
words are all i've given away
but for people like you
i think i could never write enough
im so real
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