Naked feet,following the steps.
Naked body,swaying together.
Clad heart,as I twirl you around.
You wiped a tear as you prepared to let me go.
Both dancing to a self-explanatory song
where
you neither can't be my friend nor my lover.
And I played the part of the wet dog.
All I wanted was to be the lover
until
you reminded me that I was the villain all along.
What did I do this wrong to deserve all of it?
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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.
