Writing down my feelings feels so strange
like dancing, it is more complex than it appears
Rather both are not something you learn
But, choose to perfect
Utterly unique to an individual
he steps and rhythm might be the same, but the way your body moves
Is like no other
Words glide across the page, to reveal what no one else can think
A duet, mind dancing with hands
To conceive art
The words and techniques might be the same, but the way your mind thinks
Is like no other
But dance to me still feels strange, and moreover, can't quite seem to express my feelings