After a while of strained silence, I stood up and my pained eyes looked over at the dark countryside.
The distant quiet of the world hung over us.
The cool breeze strolled past our bodies heading to nowhere.
I silently asked for your hand, you gave it.
I pulled you up and said, "Dance with me for a bit."
With no protest, you grabbed a hold of my waist.
You started swaying slowly to the waltz of the melodious leaves in the wind, and I followed suit, with a heavy heart.
The stars sadly stared down at our connected figures.
The wilted veins of my love were soothed by the knocking of your heart as our chests connected.
Why not me, Max?
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Roses and Candles
PoetryThe letters written for my first. An encounter from a dream that could've been more but never progressed far enough to be a happy ending; A collection of scenes, not enough to create a movie, that's settled in the depths of my beating heart; A stri...
