Dim light,
crowded place.
Lonely night,
alone and daze.
Hurting heart,
sweating hands.
Music starts,
people stands.
Slow Dance,
distance close.
Deep glance,
giving rose.
Sitting still,
waiting him.
Hoping still,
to dance with him.
There he goes,
extending hand
smiling face,
she took his hand.
Then I stand,
trembling knees,
turn to leave
thrown like this.
Yesterday,
there's still you and me
How can I,
easily set you free?
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Fading
PoesieFading, we realize at times something's fading from us. Relationships, trust, love, hope and our self, our old self among others. There are relationships that ended up halfway. There are trusts that we can never earn again. There is a love that will...
