i feel like a music box,
only coming alive to your touch,
when you go away,
so do i,
to a place in my mind,
where it's cold and dark,
but there you are again,
with your golden fingers,
lighting me up,
and bringing the song to my lips,
letting me live.
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 3:43 AM UTC
i feel like a music box,
only coming alive to your touch,
when you go away,
so do i,
to a place in my mind,
where it's cold and dark,
but there you are again,
with your golden fingers,
lighting me up,
and bringing the song to my lips,
letting me live.
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