Nothing compares
As to what I felt
the night we danced
My palm against
your shoulders
And yours
warm
wrapped around
my waists
Was I happy?
No.
Because it was
the same night of symphonies
that I broke the dance
The same way
I broke my heart
YOU ARE READING
We're Luminescent
PoetryThese are the words that never came out of my lips--the words I've left unsaid. For you are my poetry, and I can only hope you know. Back in time, when we we're luminescent, or so I thought.
