Bruises

 Bruises 

The strings fumble music escapes 

I don’t believe in happy endings but yet I pray for them 

If I rapped the right words to say 

Would you still go away 

Everything disappears 

No faces familiar anymore 

Yet I see you in my melt downs 

It’s why I stay so strong 

I’m in the dark where the snow falls 

But I remember what it is to be warm 

I call my self an orphan 

A child to the storm 

As you strum along 

I hummmmm ….. 

Can anyone hear the song 

Fingers bend 

Lost hands . 

Do you wear my finger prints . 

-Amy Everett