the creaks in the floorboards
worn from our dancing feet
streaks cut from the linen
of what love we live in
sinatra tells us to live
while we don't die too soon
the record skips a beat
but our heart is on repeat
lights are dim
it's reflecting on our skin
oh dizzy me darling
i will give you a spin
we are eternally dreaming
our souls forever one
we will sleep here on the floor
till the war is won
YOU ARE READING
if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
