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By , miami, FL
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Why do I do this?
I really wish I understood.
My fingers tap the desk,
Playing piano on the wood.

Day in, day out, constantly.
My fingers just keep going.
They always keep their rhythm,
Their strange pattern never slowing.

Am I simply an obsessive?
Is it a mental glitch?
Why can I not stop?
It’s like an unscratchable itch.

It feels dangerous, consuming me.
It isn’t a magical gift .
It feels like a curse,
One I want to lift.

Please, make it go away.
Have it leave me be.
Maybe if you help me,
I can someday be free.

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McCauliflower said...
Sept. 19, 2012 at 8:35 am
I noticed ;) Check out some of my poetry if you want I think you'd relate.
 
ajl245167 said...
Sept. 18, 2012 at 6:54 pm
This is awesome!
 
McCauliflower said...
Sept. 18, 2012 at 6:30 am
This should be a song.
 
livisan replied...
Sept. 18, 2012 at 5:56 pm
Thank you so much for commenting! Count the words in each line.....
 
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