the dress was grey
like the sweet smelling smoke that passed through my lips
and i think of you as i dance,
and i know i shouldn't.
i was on my knees,
the light material long enough to barely pool at my feet
like silver moonlight in the shimmering depths of an unforgiving sea
as my arms moved to the voiceless music
i felt almost free
as the others danced around me in perfect unison
i was happy to be part of something bigger
not just myself
not just my thoughts
or my dusty knowledge
or even the bitter trust
i abandoned on the shelf.
YOU ARE READING
the lowest heights
PoetryI thought to write this book as a little more abstract and informal because I needed something that's just a small escape from everyday life because, as all of you probably know, life is hard. I hope you enjoy these small poems and little rants. Tha...
