so we dance





my heart in your broken hand
roads speaking of hurt
and tears softning wounds

so I move before your blinded eyes
and you lead our way
inside dark rooms

as we dance close to the edge
in a waltz of love





Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-12-05 at 07:47

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I know this feeling, in my interpretation of this - the moth to the flame feel, it is to irresistable, yet you know it has heartache written right through it - touching, hurt filled yet beautiful

Elle x
2007-12-05


Rob Graber
I find this nightmarish in an oddly quiet way, with its strange and sometimes paradoxical images--it is his broken hand bearing her (un)broken heart; blind, he leads her in dark rooms--where sight would be of little help anyway; one fears the worst about their dancing "on the edge"...
2007-12-05