The girl in red
Twirled and swayed
With lips and heels in red
She danced
The boy in black and white
Tightened and fastened
With suit and shoes in black
He danced
As they danced the night away
Their story drifts away
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
