across the vivid ballroom floor
and below the ceiling printed in paintings
of chubby angels, silky, blue woven cloths
wrapped around gentle women,
and worn tips of arrows through one's chest,
you sat there without movement,
still as a lion ready to pounce
yet out in the open and bare to all.
a dance of songs cheer in our ears
but a vibration slowly hums in our hearts,
telling our story carelessly
hidden behind longing glances
and untold secrets and truths.
if only you waltzed up to me
with a hand outstretched to my gloved hand,
if only you glimpsed at me,
gliding through the marble floor
as though we were the only ones dancing
in a vast, empty rough sea,
like i was the roar of a beating waterfall
and you could not have controlled it.
if only the lace on my dress hugged your heart
and we grinned at each other's eyes,
we could have had our happy ever after.
yet us never happened;
you were so close to getting a chance
to getting a dance
with the only person who has loved you before.
-valkyrie
