She Writes With Her Fingers

I could tell that I had some

sort of effect on everyone

and something about that seemed so erotic.

I asked to be like this,

do not look down,

though it is not my choice.

I cannot help that I take someone’s work,

someone who came before me,

to use for myself,

everything is inspiration.

Am I not allowed to use the trees?

Well, I plan on it,

my ideas are plastered

to the plans of my future.

You say I am smart,

you say you wish you could write like me,

it boggles your mind.

I do not mean to, I promise.

And it is not that great,

I know you could too.

Pour out your soul and you will.

Guess what?

You do…

when your fingers hit

those black and white keys.