Poetry · Writing

tango

tomorrow isn’t soon enough

the days grow long

and the nights extend past peak

and i am weak

sick of the weeks and the days

the hours taunt me from their straight arms dancing around in circles

frequent buzz and bling

and another thing

when tomorrow

finally decides to grace the dance floor

upon your heavenly earth

i’ll be your first dance

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s