in honor of valentine's day, here is an incredibly cheesy poem i wrote:
of all the different parts of me,
my fingers hold the majority
of my romantic nature.
these ten digits, when placed
soundly on home keys
are the only things that make me seem sweet.
my mouth only stutters.
my eyes just run away.
these feet have no rhythm.
my muscles have nothing to say.
but my fingers, these romantic fingers
dance gracefully over keyboards,
hold my pen in loving embrace,
seduce words out of the ether,
gingerly puts commas in their place.
it works every time.
i am always amazed.
with all these dates that i go on,
my fingers deserve a raise.
yeah, its cheesy. almost childish. i dont even go on dates. but there it was, for you, a valentine's poem.
5:26 p.m. - 2004-02-10
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