Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2010
Dance me to the sound
Of everything we could have, but don’t.
Whisper to me the sweet everythings
Of anger, and hatred, betrayal
And technical terms.
Take my hand in yours;
Give me a button sequence,
And write your name.
Switch song and try sing along.
But it’s called the future,
And you don’t know the words.
(c) Katie Eustace 2009
Written by
Katie Eustace
516
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems