Waltz.

I'd always love to put myself in your shoes,
and go through that sad, long ride,
like how'd you feel, when rain drops needle the surface of your flaked skin,
when it was near to feeling
numb.

I'd love to measure what was left behind the big red curtains,
that took me so much to pull and sustain, just to empathize,
so silently, I wish.




I would love to throw everything
out of the window

I'd rather dance a little waltz with you

...as it is