my arms are tired because of dancing with the air your shoulders are invisible and i can t feel the heat i just imagine you your lips. your eyes. please come! i can t be anymore a lonely dancer
ahhh! i just had so many ideas for this but all those feelings put in words some of them just don t sound well
I want to slow dance with you moonlight streaming through the window pane my head against yours my arms around your shoulders pulling you close feeling your chest rise and fall against mine swaying gently the world fading away until it's just you me and the music
I love to share my soul with someone nice I love to said the poems under my soul I love to say to the grey sky I love to see the grey clouds alone I love to hear sounds of souls I love to remember everything around me I love to write poems to you I love the sound of quietness I love the memories in the mist place I love the darkness in the ocean blue I love to open eyes under the black sea I love to close my eyes when I hear your soul.
My poems is slow dance with your words; My words is dancing in the blue moon under my soul.
