Home ยป The dance of K.

She wanted to sleep, could not but feel,
This sight of the park simply tore her,
The breathing of dust the sight of thought,
Another day had lingered into her past,
She remembered the past so well but saw birds,
The birds wandered through her and spoke,
A little thought so wild soon she saw.
I don’t wanna feel you in dark no more,
This light scorches my face but I live,
There’s a word that means to move on;
A means of madness in all of us,
After she swallowed an entire pack.
She’s still dancing around to laugh,
A fauna in the eye, a breeze in lieu,
Sound of lust that anguishes into woe,
With what rhyme no maths can never dim,
Few with the creases of barks that fall,
A gesture of sun and hope soon departs,
Left alone in the breaches of fate allude,
For more is less the hope that kindred sighs,
Her head in the sight of beau, and she goes;
But there she walks behind: she feels again.

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