I
cannot pretend
to know your heart, just
as you do not know mine; the way that
it pauses, or spins like a top, a tiny
ballerina, on a grand wooden
stage, dancing to a rhythm
only she can hear, point-
less resolution,
and a bow
to empty
seats
.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
I
cannot pretend
to know your heart, just
as you do not know mine; the way that
it pauses, or spins like a top, a tiny
ballerina, on a grand wooden
stage, dancing to a rhythm
only she can hear, point-
less resolution,
and a bow
to empty
seats
.
It’s a top get it!?
