Poetry

Save A Dance For Me

I don’t want to be another sad story you tell

to the next friend whom you let in.

I don’t want to be another

scar on your back,

another dark

memory.

All

I want is to

be the secret

behind your smile,

the strength in your step.

Let me be the arms that hold you,

the voice that calms and caresses your dreams.

With you sprawled sleepily across my lap,

I feel whole for the first time in years,

all the colors returning from

being black and grey.

I am a spectrum,

with you.

So my

question is,

won’t you please

save a dance for me?

Do you have a place in your

heart for someone such as me, have

a chance left to give a girl such as me?