This is clearly an argument.
You place your hand on my lower back.
You lead me in how I wronged you.
I can bend for you.
But only so far.
We will sway to and fro.
I dip you in empty apologies.
You twirl me in my unjust cause.
I try to pull us away from the floor.
But a new song is bound to play.
You never tire.
Back and forth.
Our never ending dance.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
This is clearly an argument.
You place your hand on my lower back.
You lead me in how I wronged you.
I can bend for you.
But only so far.
We will sway to and fro.
I dip you in empty apologies.
You twirl me in my unjust cause.
I try to pull us away from the floor.
But a new song is bound to play.
You never tire.
Back and forth.
Our never ending dance.
WIP
