Words poll dance on my thoughts,
seductively caressing without
a singular touch.
I throw syllables, and verses
wasting thoughts that
pay nothing forward.
Except the gratification of my minds
next thought,
forgetting what verse I just threw forth.
I'm broke of expectations,
but I just watch them dance.
Pole dancing words, seductive linguistic verses.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
Words poll dance on my thoughts,
seductively caressing without
a singular touch.
I throw syllables, and verses
wasting thoughts that
pay nothing forward.
Except the gratification of my minds
next thought,
forgetting what verse I just threw forth.
I'm broke of expectations,
but I just watch them dance.
Pole dancing words, seductive linguistic verses.
