You danced on the parquet floor,
In my head after dinner,
In reality you just sat,
And talked until the slowing of the spinner
You were close enough for me to feel,
Your aura bouncing between our skin,
But not close enough to feel,
The feelings contained therein
The stars, have their shine,
Overshadowed by the streetlights,
The lorries and forklift trucks,
Have stopped their engines in the twilight,
The reverse signal blares into the morning,
It's going the reverse of time and this is our forewarning,
And I think about how last night,
Didn’t end how I imagined when I read the invite,
Because sure I had a good time,
But it all ended so abruptly when the bell chimed
And I’ve tied, up my shoes,
And I’m walking to the bus stop
Another day of work,
And my life is still a junk shop
And I sit here writing words,
In between calls about trees,
As the answer to my questions,
Floats somewhere outside in the breeze
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
You danced on the parquet floor,
In my head after dinner,
In reality you just sat,
And talked until the slowing of the spinner
You were close enough for me to feel,
Your aura bouncing between our skin,
But not close enough to feel,
The feelings contained therein
The stars, have their shine,
Overshadowed by the streetlights,
The lorries and forklift trucks,
Have stopped their engines in the twilight,
The reverse signal blares into the morning,
It's going the reverse of time and this is our forewarning,
And I think about how last night,
Didn’t end how I imagined when I read the invite,
Because sure I had a good time,
But it all ended so abruptly when the bell chimed
And I’ve tied, up my shoes,
And I’m walking to the bus stop
Another day of work,
And my life is still a junk shop
And I sit here writing words,
In between calls about trees,
As the answer to my questions,
Floats somewhere outside in the breeze
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