fingertips
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she was like watercolor.
no.
She was watercolor.
her bright red smile would slip through my fingers just as it came,
Achy bones,
Tears I cry.
I cried and cried I'm gonna die.
Die this way,
There is no cure for my pain,
Four new doctors,
They're all the same.
The X-rays are normal.
EMG too.
Your pink, rosey lips
delicately fell onto the bones of my hips.
Your beaming, bright smile
can send my heartbeat and I traveling over a mile.
Your dainty, lingering fingertips,
could repair sinking ships.
