I bite my tounge and count to ten
I hold my breath and steal a gaze
I twist my finger and sniff the air
where do I begin
from the watch that resting around your wrist?
from the pen hugged by you fingers?
from the book that catches your sight?
the words are tangled
the air is caged
the whispers are shouted
then I realized, I miss the chance
YOU ARE READING
The Dancing Rain
PoetryFor the world isn't always about stepping up, the world can also make you take a step down Here I brought to you all the words about the Ups and Downs You might find sorrow and desperation but you can also find love
