perhaps it's better this way.
staring at you through a tainted glass,
through my guilty eyes.
you are dancing under the moonlight,
with stars glittering on your suit.
your body swaying to the dead tune,
dancing to the beat of our late memories.
and I'm here, rooted to the ground,
unable to move,
as you turn around to face me,
with our secrets held in your eyes.
oh tell me babe,
did it finally leave you,
you asked,
are you finally free?
and I couldn't answer,
as I was still behind the glass,
staring at you,
because all I know is,
I would never be free,
at least freer than you.
-d.h
YOU ARE READING
sink and drown
Poetrya collection of heartbreaking poems. "fates are cruel but we are even crueler for not trying." -d.h
