big movements
he shapes with only thoughts
sharp flicks of the hands
and sweeping legs
are not to disgrace his beauty
the voice from inside his head
is even more wonderful on the outside
every girl in the room claps
everyone in the room claps
there is no other
who is quite uptight as his style
but loose as his attitude
he is a rebel today
but not the day after that
he's a dancer
which we all knew
but he is more
he is a singer
he is a friend
he is alive
he is running off again
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
