We were a waltzing marathon
Eternal box steps in the ballroom
In my dreams, we danced forever
I wore you like a cloak and
your skirts brushed against my ankles
with every twist and turn
My skin sings when I dance. Every inch is fire. Even behind my ears,
in-between my fingers, the tip of my nose
and bottom of my chin
When I dance I feel it all
Draped around me, I felt you all
You were so heavy…
I wore you like a mourning robe
It was so sad to dance with someone so sad,
but in my dreams, our dance was picturesque
Sadness can be beautiful.
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 1:44 PM UTC
We were a waltzing marathon
Eternal box steps in the ballroom
In my dreams, we danced forever
I wore you like a cloak and
your skirts brushed against my ankles
with every twist and turn
My skin sings when I dance. Every inch is fire. Even behind my ears,
in-between my fingers, the tip of my nose
and bottom of my chin
When I dance I feel it all
Draped around me, I felt you all
You were so heavy…
I wore you like a mourning robe
It was so sad to dance with someone so sad,
but in my dreams, our dance was picturesque
Sadness can be beautiful.
stuck in a cycle, step after step
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