you played me a song on your piano and i felt a smile dance across my face. your hair fell in front of your eyes and i wish i could've reached over and brushed it out of your face, but instead i listened and watched your fingers dance across the keyboard and i imagined them dancing across my hand instead. i think this is how it goes. i think this is good. so for the first time in months, instead of fighting back tears, i fought back a smile and i continued watching you play.
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️
