If poetry wasn't meant to be felt then why does every word hit your chest as if you re-lived a certain moment?
If poetry wasn't made to be relatable then why does every line feel so close as if you wrote the piece yourself?
We've all been there an...
And as I danced With his eyes trained on me Like he was paid to watch With my hands on my body And tangled in my hair With the music through my ears And beat through my hips I knew with every movement With every smirk With every wink That man was under my spell And that man was mine
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