So it's been awhile,
dear keyboard of mine.
Wait,
I suppose you aren't mine.
Just a little piece of plastic,
that takes up my time.
Do you even understand the words that come out?
I know I don't, but the bottles uncapped.
I give up all the worrying,
the shame.
I give up wondering, if any one will know my name.
Dear keyboard are you playing the same game.
You're in this as much as I am.
You're half as responsible,
and you don't seem to care.
Keyboard, I love you.
For something that has no feelings,
I feel you love me too.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
So it's been awhile,
dear keyboard of mine.
Wait,
I suppose you aren't mine.
Just a little piece of plastic,
that takes up my time.
Do you even understand the words that come out?
I know I don't, but the bottles uncapped.
I give up all the worrying,
the shame.
I give up wondering, if any one will know my name.
Dear keyboard are you playing the same game.
You're in this as much as I am.
You're half as responsible,
and you don't seem to care.
Keyboard, I love you.
For something that has no feelings,
I feel you love me too.
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