Woven Fingers
I sit here and I linger,
with this set of woven fingers
A heart beating quickly, quickly
as I realize how sickly
it all the sudden was
bt then I loosened them because
there was something that was nagging
in my head I heard it begging
I should keep them sewn up tight
I think I did it out of spite
After all why should I have to choose
the only thing I had to lose
was the money in this pair of jeans
but their not mine so that just means
the other thing would be your trust
and along with that your love and lust
I suppose I should have stayed and lingered
with my tightly woven fingers
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