The dance is over just look at the time
I have a dance
And so do you
So we could dance together
My heart a hole
For you to fall
Losing all your feathers
I can’t breathe the air of death
Without the tangle of our mess
Kisses of the black hole kind
Loving, hugging and making us blind
Make us hungry make us sad
Promise to make my world so glad
But when I take a grasp of time
To look outside the bedroom blinds
The window reflects
An abyssal glare
It isn’t hungry it isn’t sad
It isn’t angry nor is glad
The dance the two of us would do
Our tangle a mess of death
I thought was true that this time
I wouldn’t be so blind
To share a key and bed
May hope come light instead
Into our black and white landscape
I knew it would be there
A glance of hope
A look at home
To take my heart
Where I belong
Beyond the window glass so clean
I saw an angel of future
Look at who I was
And decide to change for better.
Copyright © Zoe Crout | Year Posted 2025
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