Would you like to dance? Scrawl a catchy one-liner on your arm, poem in progress. Drowning in crimson tears. Scribble down all your fears. Would you like to dance little darling? Speak your mind; do not worry about the time. Enough time to worry, when you are dead. Rose petals, soft to the touch, my fingertips tracing the map of the stars, on your neck. One-day baby, I am going to break thru the wall. One day, I will be free. Speak your mind; do not worry about the time.
