I dance the same dance,
every pose and stance,
the same winding gears,
in me all these years.
Change so hard to come by,
impossible I try,
to not just follow,
through movements hollow.
Trapped myself in melancholy,
the song lost it's meaning to me.
Repetition has made me forget,
the passion felt my first pirouette.
YOU ARE READING
my poems
PoesíaEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
