My Fingers
My fingers wanna be weak ,they wanna speak to you, they persist but I resist ,I think of you every time I see a Camry ,eat a Kit Kat or drink iced coffee, SpongeBob makes me think of you ,I'm terrified of running into you, I fear my weakness, for you have always brought out my meekness, I know I must stay strong, that the situation was all wrong, but that does that stop all the feelings I feel, while I'm healing ,doesn't stop you from dwelling in my thoughts, ice on my heart to ease the swelling, still on the upside no tears in my eyes have been welling
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