The Ballroom

by h0peful   Oct 23, 2017


In a ballroom
without music,
we'd clasp hands
and dance together.

We held knives to
each other's throat,
rigid for fear we'd
cut each other.

    report violation
2


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 6 years ago

    by Brenda

    Interesting....my thought on this was a strange kind of love. Relationships can be awful, they can also be the most wonderful thing in the world. In your write, you described so much in so few words. Lot of food for thought in this-

More Poems By h0peful