Sing with me in the storm: Poetry session

15 Jun

 

 

 

 

 

Promises weren’t made, they were created at the coffee table,

Hopes don’t rise, they are given birth.

 

I go back home after dance class and lie in bed,

In my dreams I twirl cause nothing needs to be said.

 

I wake up two months later and contacts have been deleted,

Emotions that once existed have depleted.

 

 

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5 Responses to “Sing with me in the storm: Poetry session”

  1. heart2woman June 15, 2012 at 4:44 pm #

    Reblogged this on Rants from Karachi and commented:

    Jam with it.

  2. sknawaz June 22, 2012 at 11:28 pm #

    Nice –

  3. Writes2escape June 24, 2012 at 7:17 pm #

    “I go back home after dance class and lie in bed,

    In my dreams I twirl cause nothing needs to be said.” – This. Love.

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