ten to twenty

different ways of counting fingers running through your hair, ten to twenty lifelines if you doubt how this compares, there's fear enough to share a fear of loathing, so easy how you bare the trace of me without you there, so fall like the snow too much too slow, so fragile to say hanging over everyday, a breeze with contempt to shame the others, a story's so thin to cater all your lovers, count me out your standards shadow trade in competence, ten to twenty answers shouting down on confidence, too easy not to share too vain for secret, there's fear enough in there a taste of need in someones cure