Sneak

I heard you twice 
I liked that you seemed okay with me being quiet
Last I checked, my fingers and yours seemed perfectly intertwined
This morning, the sky feels renewed and there's a draft that plunges into the bare feet of these unclean windows
The birds have colluded and my tranquil tantrum feels wrongfully disbursed and willfully discarded 
I'm not ready yet
And the mynahs could care less
The orchestra I didn't ask for, ruining my own wicked orchestration 
So I try to forego my stubbornness
Attempt to seek solace in what I can't control 

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