I can't dance and you can't sing, so let me be the voice as you become my movements. Be the rhythm to the very notes I hold, just for you. Lead the way and let the music follow you, as will I. I'll wrap you up in the melody just as your arms stay wrapped around my waist, anchoring my very being to you. The lyrics feather light on your skin as we sway softly. Our hearts can make the beat to our personal composition, and for this concerto we can be one.
YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoetryLachrymose /ˈlakrɪməʊs,ˈlakrɪməʊz/ adjective tearful or given to weeping. A collection of amateur prose and poetry illustrating the inner turmoil. Mainly a dumping ground for loose thoughts and ideas to be interpreted in whatever manner.
