I am not good much
I can't sing
You float too high
And my voice finds a way
A way of falling flat.
I cant play
Your moves are swift
And my fingers are shaky
Shaky enough to not hold you strong.
Surely, in falling flat
i could be your bridge
And with shaky fingers
I could alter your skin
And i can brush the knot
the knots out of your hair
When your day has become
Become to hard to bear.
but i am not enough
©shayomi
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