Don't wanna loose you Now
i cant play no more
it hurts
to much
my hands
are cracked
they bleed
when i touch something
they bleed
when i dont
Piano is no more
All i can do
is sit and stare
the ebony
and ivory
keys
they seem to be laughin at me
and my hands
smiling as blood seeps
into them
with the dust
turning it into a
muddy brown
then it hardens 'cause
i cant play no more
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This is about anything and everything that happens in my life and the world around me...except sometimes in poem form.
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