"whisper to me, once more
your delicate words with your enticing lips
let my hands know yours
and let us talk with the sway of our hips
shall we prolong this moonlit affair
and dance in rhythm, twice now?
twirling and twirling without a care
why don't we forget the final bow"
- i cannot let go
YOU ARE READING
Delusional
Poetry"these words of mine will never come true neither will you" - - #120 in Poetry, June 11, 2016 #58 in Poetry, June 19, 2016 #31 in Poetry, July 8, 2016
