We dance around our words
like adults around puddles
instead of jumping into them
like children do.
What are we doing, me and you?
This is senseless-
a waste of time
What if I would just be yours
and you'd be mine?
So much time wasted on dancing
instead of talking
instead of acting on what we think
we take our time to blink
rather than to part our lips and speak.
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Dead Sentences
PoetryDying Poems, dead sentences. None of them will bring you near.
