desolate

dig a little bit deeper.

when i close my eyes

the blackness fades to blonde.

here is where you can find me,

resting against the slow melody that’s playing

sullen and sweet.

there’s an ache in the pit of my stomach that doesn’t  want to let go of my chest.

it’s married to the twitch in my fingertips.

drenched in whats desolate

the quietness of the cold keys keep me humming.

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