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Like piano keys stuck too hard As the blade of the knife once was A needle that you ***** yourself with, I am sharp. Not intellectually, Though I am intelligent, I'm sharp as in I am abrasive on ones ears as I enter and leave I cut deep without effort I surprise one without being noticed I am the headache that comes without warning I am the cold shooting up your spine I am the fear you forgot you had. I am the silence looming in the room that makes you uneasy I am the cliché moving eyes in a portrait I am a ghost Living in a husk This summer brought out the worst in me Last spring was the best spring of my life. This fall will be a season of dea, dry skin, A kin to the dead, dry leaves I hope over this winter into this spring I am reborn. I hope I drop my drinking nightly I hope I clear my lungs I hope I can love music again I hope I can play the piano gently I hope I become dulled with use I hope I remember to hand you a thimble Hoping isn't enough though. I'm going to pursue this I know you won't wait You probably don't want to But even if I just earn back best friend status That That will be enough I will be happy
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Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
The collective thoughts of an alcoholic pothead with hopes of better days.
Like piano keys stuck too hard As the blade of the knife once was A needle that you ***** yourself with, I am sharp. Not intellectually, Though I am intelligent, I'm sharp as in I am abrasive on ones ears as I enter and leave I cut deep without effort I surprise one without being noticed I am the headache that comes without warning I am the cold shooting up your spine I am the fear you forgot you had. I am the silence looming in the room that makes you uneasy I am the cliché moving eyes in a portrait I am a ghost Living in a husk This summer brought out the worst in me Last spring was the best spring of my life. This fall will be a season of dea, dry skin, A kin to the dead, dry leaves I hope over this winter into this spring I am reborn. I hope I drop my drinking nightly I hope I clear my lungs I hope I can love music again I hope I can play the piano gently I hope I become dulled with use I hope I remember to hand you a thimble Hoping isn't enough though. I'm going to pursue this I know you won't wait You probably don't want to But even if I just earn back best friend status That That will be enough I will be happy
Denxai
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Denxai
30/Non-binary
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
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