I don't want to write anything
because everything seems
sad
or
I seem like I'm still lost.
It's only because I'm half asleep
and my finger tips are feeling lonely,
no hands to hold whenever they please.
But darlin little fingertips,
patience is key
dance upon letters you plan to sing
someday you will feel whole
but for now
feel this little empty pinch
like the first splinter you've ever kissed.
it only hurts temporarily.
You know I will never let
you feel sad.
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