Now I'm dancing to songs of heartbreak.
Gravy curvy moves in the verandah.
Trying my hardest not to involve you,
& conquering the enchantment of the telephone booth.
My honesty will kill me someday.
In between is you,you & you.
Three or more apologies won't matter.
Nothing more to say.
We've ran out of things to think.
Darling,we're only fading.
Or
Perhaps it's only me.
YOU ARE READING
OLD FILMS IN POETRIES
PoetryIt's a film in poetry─A little lively,a little sad,a little death,a little pleasure,a little desire and wishes,a little rest and a little nurturing.
