I let him hold my shaking hands And kiss my busted lips I let him touch my insecurities And see my healing scars I gave him access to my everything And I thought he did the same I saw lust and interpreted it as love What a fool I am
i forgot how to write, how to stuff my thoughts into tiny stanzas and hope for a release. i forgot, not because the act of writing dissipated from my wake but rather i had no feelings to write
As you hit the keys on the piano your hands dance with the rhythm And retain a mystical aura The alluring tunes of your music awaken the fire flies As you play they glide Creating a shimmering glow of aurora