What are humans
but aimless souls,
dancing to a slow rhythm
they call Heartbeat.
Making their own
slow, melodic song,
they call Life.
Funny how we are both
dancing to the same rythm
but creating such different songs.
Funny how our rhythms get faster
everytime we come close.
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
