Beautiful to her.

Beautiful to her.

These little blues wires from my fingers to my toes,

Sending bat signals from my skull to my bones,

And every firing neuron is a nuclear explosion.

My hands are numb,

My mouth is dumb,

I’m seizing up with corrosion.

There’s an ocean of thoughts,

I’ve got to transfer to my books,

Because with a little luck you could find them,

And maybe take a look.

If you pay me no mind, then nevermind.

I’ll still be in bloom when all turns to grey,

And as I fade away, I’ll leave a legacy of words,

Because without these perplexing ears,

I would never have been heard.

I think you may see clearly,

If I lift up my shirt.

I ain’t as young as I once was...

But I’m still beautiful for her.

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