Oh darling.
When was it decided
That I get no decisions
For myself.
For myself.
For myself.
Your piano fingers creep slowly still
Drag across my wood skin,
Pulling up ridges and ripples
As you play.
For you
I let your ghost drip tears on me still
Staining my leather heart.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Oh darling.
When was it decided
That I get no decisions
For myself.
For myself.
For myself.
Your piano fingers creep slowly still
Drag across my wood skin,
Pulling up ridges and ripples
As you play.
For you
I let your ghost drip tears on me still
Staining my leather heart.