CHOREOGRAPHERS
Moving heads, surveying eyes, rushing hands;Itchy head, guarding senses, stomach's butterflies;
Stood, turned a bit, moved a little to where I stand
Deep sigh comes in, wanting me to go ahead and fly.
Hence, I paved my way to somewhere outside
But noticed the backdoor and came inside
Fast-beating hearts begin to drown their feelings
Bursting blushes where terribly disturbing.
I was actually the most silent in this room
Observing nothing but their actions, and boom!
Someone fell his pen and then their choreography began,
I didn't know, they're really good when they dance.
Poetry by Calyx Penning
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Written on 2019-03-18 at 03:56
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