I danced with Death,
he took me by the hand.
He lead me to the ballroom floor
where we both would stand.
Our bodies swayed
in perfect harmony,
but I knew in my heart
this was not right for me.
Watching us dance from the crowd,
a man so full of joy,
but you would never know by his hardened face,
that Life lived in this boy.
The figure with whom I danced
had cold hands which touched me so,
and when I caught a glimpse of Life himself,
I knew I had to go.
I bid adieu to my partner Death,
who I considered now a friend,
and as I walked away with Life,
I knew we would meet again.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
I danced with Death,
he took me by the hand.
He lead me to the ballroom floor
where we both would stand.
Our bodies swayed
in perfect harmony,
but I knew in my heart
this was not right for me.
Watching us dance from the crowd,
a man so full of joy,
but you would never know by his hardened face,
that Life lived in this boy.
The figure with whom I danced
had cold hands which touched me so,
and when I caught a glimpse of Life himself,
I knew I had to go.
I bid adieu to my partner Death,
who I considered now a friend,
and as I walked away with Life,
I knew we would meet again.
This is the first poem I have ever fully written!!
Written about five years ago, I believe!
