Faeding Posted June 25, 2020 Share Posted June 25, 2020 Warm up the digits that press. Press them for wamrth. Fight that fear. Fight that clarity. One two...more numbers to tingle at the tips. One...two more reasons to give in. It runs so deep you fear every phone call. Fear it'll be like that ONE It runs so shallow, wide and slow in everyday moments. In every moment leading to the precipice. But i wont. I wont call to you. I wont climb that peak...that pit... My fingers arent numb. They're warm...even calloused i can feel That this is a bad idea. I can feel how much you've taken. Wrists no longer limp frozen by hardship No longer poised, expecting pain. No longer wishing for that phone to ring. No longer living to hear you sing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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