What good is my soft piano touch without your smooth skin to caress? What good is my brass player’s kiss without your sweet, innocent ones in return?
I am nothing and I am no one.
I have been broken down. My flaws have caused my demise and that’s no one’s fault but my own.
I will love you always, but please permit me to let you be happy with what you have and where you are.
What good am I without you?
© J. Sean McVey
What Good Am I Now?
What good is my soft piano touch
without your smooth skin to caress?
What good is my brass player’s kiss
without your sweet, innocent ones in return?
I am nothing and I am no one.
I have been broken down.
My flaws have caused my demise
and that’s no one’s fault but my own.
I will love you always,
but please permit me to let you be happy
with what you have and where you are.
What good am I without you?
I am nothing and I am no one.
© J. Sean McVey