our hands intertwined
our feet move moving across the wooden floor
in my dining room
the record player playing that 60's song you love so much
you twirl me into your arms, a rosy tint appearing on the apples of my cheeks
the staticky audio comes to an end it you pay no mind as you still sway to the silence
neither of us daring to move
maybe one day you'll be gone, you'll lose the will to fight
but i'll always have this moment
of me in my pink dress my mother got me
and you in your work clothes from the couple hours before that day
as we dance in the dining room in a cold winter night
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詩歌a collection of heartbreak, childhood nostalgia, and the peaceful moments that come from simple things
