The way

My fingers know the way

When my mind does not

I will overthink it

And misstep

Hit the wrong key

Cringe

And try again

If I let my fingers take the reins

I think we’d have something

It does come naturally

It is who I am

If I just let

My fingers do it

And stopped

Thinking so much

Because

I know the way

I just don’t always trust that I do

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QueenBee

VT

13 years old

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  • Poetry

    By QueenBee

    First

    I'm not going to lie,

    I don't care -

    I never really did.

    I didn't last year

    And I still don't.

    But.

    It does give me that

    Teeny

    Tiny

    Itty

    Bitty

    Little

    Bit of

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  • Poetry

    By QueenBee

    Sometimes you can't

    Sometimes you just can't.

    The hardest part is accepting it,

    At least for me.

    Accepting that you won't be able to

    Carry every load

    Be every version of yourself

    Always be the best

    Meet every expectation.

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  • Poetry

    By QueenBee

    And

    I opened my window 

    and

    It smelled like summer

    and

    The cool night air

    Wasn’t cool enough

    and

    It felt like summer

    and

    That’s when it hit me

    That these days go by

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