The DanceRomance
24 Feb 2015
I follow her through the darkness by a thread
Creating questions that rumble through my head
Even when I desire by her hand to be fed
While feverishly ideas of trying to catch her eye never end
I drive myself by her into a place bounded
Once her closeness sheds warmth
I swoon like a leaf in summer suckling the sun's rays
Always to sweet
She leaves like a wooden door slammed shut
Lost in confused thoughts
Eating away at my gilded heart.