Symphony
What's on your heart? Well It's the mirror. I am Who I wanted to be So long ago. The mouth that spews a symphony. The heart that pounds a rhythm. The toes that won't stop tapping. The feet that won't... start moving. And the hands. Oh my God. The hands. The hands that reached out to hold someone Anyone else's hands. The hands that reached And missed. The hands that caught it And brought it on.. The booze. The smoke. The talk. The shit. The hands that got what they wanted. The hands… Holy shit. YOUR hands. I've changed. NO. I Am Not You. What's on your heart? The hands. Their hands. I'm lost. Help.







