Turmoil was taking a glance
Itch in my fingers to hold your hands
You glisten in a way that puts me in a trance
I can only try once, to ask you for a dance
In the middle of the ballroom
Graced glows, my fears shroom
As I spun you twice around me, many others swoon
A spectacle that rattles Midnight's moon
Your skin felt so brittle like bottles of mire
Dressed in sapphires, a thousand specks I admire
Light as a feather, I helped you hover and hop
And as the clock strikes the next, your existence has stopped
YOU ARE READING
I Truly Do
PoetryI Truly Do is a poetry book tackling the struggle of wanting to be honest, wanting to confess, and wanting to conquer despite having a cowardly heart. It also involves the effects of a broken heart because of failing to be with the one they love. En...
