oh, young heart
please don’t
fall
away
oh, young heart
please don’t
fall
away
I’m falling for you
oh little ballerina
on the evening stage
as swiftly
as we were something,
we were nothing.
unspoken words
idle on anchored lips
hoping to be heard
send me home
softly softly
like an ancient wind
A misplaced kiss,
somewhere on the wind.
Her lips, waiting.
dreamer of heartache
“she’s mad,” they whisper
“that’s love,” she shrugs
rebel dragonfly
on the wrong side of the road
cheers from the sidelines
sweet tea
for a hollow morning
grey skies
morning hustle
amorous clouds shed
kisses for concrete