my arms are tired
because of dancing with the air
your shoulders are invisible
and i can t feel the heat
i just imagine you
your lips. your eyes.
please come!
i can t be anymore
a lonely dancer
Mar 22, 2020
Mar 22, 2020 at 10:23 AM UTC
my arms are tired
because of dancing with the air
your shoulders are invisible
and i can t feel the heat
i just imagine you
your lips. your eyes.
please come!
i can t be anymore
a lonely dancer
ahhh! i just had so many ideas for this but all those feelings put in words some of them just don t sound well
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