it's sunday and she
she, she is dance, dark
dancing in the dark
I see the sparkle in her eyes
it's glittering like a disco ball she is
she smiles after all
so she dances through the sheets, people all around
and the beat goes on and on and up and down
play
so she
she said
let's play the song
now it's me she is
we are kissing
and there's nothing missing if there's no place
left for
empty space, cause
she isn't smiling in her sleep
herself is the only smile she needs
and she sings and talks and winks
not using words, still expressing
completely messing up what's on my mind
it's reading her thoughts quite all of the time
there are quotes and letters pinned in her room
like leaves and shatters she just needs to bloom
and it's fascinating
watching her expressions ,
studying her face and all of the lessons
her smile can teach
so this is what I'm doing
sitting in an unknown chair
still fitting
absorbing a view of what I really, really knew is hers
still splitting
today
I read I am today you I am reading you
and that's what I am learning
you are
what I really need to do
YOU ARE READING
it's her.
Poetryit's about a women as liquid as the sea, brighter than the first light, your very own sun it's about a girl braver than a pack of wolves, stronger than the ones she feared and still warmer than your heart could feel it's a universe, a passion it's...
