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Drawn into you
You know, we have the same wilting fingers
we sit in the bedroom smoking cigarettes
painting in the palm of our hands and there's droplets of paint dripping
moments like these are my favorite assets
may I just say that you're so cool and I'm just a fool
as I lay 'unknowingly' dying, please play our cassettes
oh darling teach me to feel
times taking as soon as it forgets
I breathe into our kiss and my head reels
I want to show you the way I feel but I can't
I try to sit up straight but I fall in one knee and my arm crosses my other knee
my mind draws the attention of your cold bony fingers
I feel a presence, I haven't felt nice
now's the time for a glass of wine that'd be nice for us drinkers
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Last night, I couldn't sleep; I was very bored and so I decided to do another poem here. Originally, this poem was suppose to be about hands/fingers but then (it was quite of a challenge to describe hands.. don;t know).. hey let's write about two outcast teens!