Melancholy colors surrounding the shadows
that stand out in the sun.
Beaming with warmth,
you and I are endless.
I want to know- I'd like to think that I know
the look in your eyes.
They've gained the depth that they did last time.
The more we talk,
the more we are creating a carnival of magic,
even on the other side of your glasses.
Most of the time I'm not planning to ask questions.
They come in beautifully unorganized spurts,
like our minds dancing around each other.
We're not fancy enough to Waltz,
we'd Swing in the dark
with out even touching,
but I almost want to grab your hand
just to see what it's like.
~Tina Meeks
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