To Frankie
Dancing, screaming, laughing, loving,
You and me dancing under the midnight stars.
They say it wouldn't last, but tonight, baby,
It's just you and me, our bodies intertwined.
Wine on my lips, red lipstick on the glass,
The music flows and all I can see is you and me.
Morning at my place, coffee-kissed mornings,
The night ends, but not us—we're forever dancing.
Lilly, september 22th, 2024
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Lone Willow and Heartbreak creeks - collection of poems
PoesíaThis a collection a poems.