you make me want to dance to all those love songs,
the ones I used to listen to before I knew what all those things felt like.
here I am singing along to the words I only now understand,
fantasising about the next time I'll get a glimpse of your face.
i always promise myself that I won't turn away,
that I won't pretend not to see you - even that'a all I want to ever do
And I don't know what I'd do if I wasn't as forthcoming as you.
I'd never make it to you, that's what.
I don't care what they say.
you're exquisite to me, dear
YOU ARE READING
muse
Poetry" because sometimes at night i like to muse, and maybe i could write these thoughts down "
