Ballroom

13 5 1
                                    

With the flow of time,
Everything will move aside,
Untill it's only you and I.
Through the dark night's gloom,
The flowers will bloom,
Under the stars, the full moon.
The only dance I'll ever do,
Is a dance with you in a ballroom.
Our life will have turns,
Till that night comes.
Till then my words will dance,
With the hope, with the hope of chance.
The words in black ink will glow,
And dance with their own rhythm and flow.

Sunshine Be Mine | PoetryWhere stories live. Discover now