I would dance even if you didn’t want to
But I’d rather dance with you.
I would dance with you even if we had two left feet,
During a rainstorm on an empty street.
I will sing along to every single song,
And I’d rather you hum along,
Even if our voices sound like the cawing of crows,
Let’s perform before the curtains close.
I will paint a pretty picture of you,
And I’ll be your muse too.
Even if it resembles the work of a three-year old,
Who was shivering from a cold.
Let’s sing and dance, and laugh and cry,
Even if we can’t, let’s just try.
Before we turn into the butt of a cigarette,
Burnt out and full of regret.
- Author: Ladywithaquill ( Offline)
- Published: September 30th, 2024 12:53
- Comment from author about the poem: Just wanted to write, and yes, I'm proud of this one. All comments, feedback, suggested improvements are always welcome (even more so, encouraged).
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 6
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