A melody plays
and you start to sing a song
the one I am doomed to know
We dance in this ball
as if it were just our world
The floor turns to clouds
and the lights to the stars
We had everything
Nothing was ours
the cracks in the floor
open up wounds from the past
The scars on you begin to bleed
Your tears are a tint of grief
I hold onto your hand
You are only a shadow
my unassailable mind
holds onto darkness
dancing alone
The floor is now a rough path
the light, branches of the past
YOU ARE READING
Poems about me
PoetryThis are the pomes I already posted on comafull, sadly the webside closed