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Slow Dance

A nervous mess

In the wake of what is

To finally meet you

Feet growing cold

Runaway with my heart

Not so bold

After all, spreading cold fingers apart

In my mind I dance with you to warm up

For what feels like the finish of a wait 

Is just the start

Of something great

Your doe eyes starry sparkles will cry mine dry

Every now and so I think I could die

When I hear you laugh, know your smile

In the aftermath of a mess too wild

Penning out the night sky just to be by your side

Sleeping peace inside

Calm collected stride

Dancing heart outside, back to life and to you

Let me hold you closer

© The Sad Owl

Categories: poetry Prose

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The Sad Owl

I'm just here. Until I'm not.

2 replies

    1. Not torrid to be certain, and not necessarily a straight out affair, it is the loss of someone on the emotional level that usually leads to that I guess. Which is an interesting thought, it is also the desperation to reclaim feelings with that person.

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