One, and two, and...

Staying up so late, I used to be fake.

3 am waltz,

circling ghosts we could live without.

Each sultry step,

pegs another ripple from the old days.

Fighting heart pains,

masked in a smoke haze.

Bending an arch above sensitive topics.

Twisting and touching, the last note has twanged.

Author's Note

Always open to reviews!

Reviews

[eglantine]

I love the idea of waltzing at 3 a.m. I'd either take out the first line, or change the title, because repetition so close together takes away the power of that line.

[Somebrownnerd]

Thanks for the review! I was unsure of what to title it, so i just stuck that bit from the first line in there; after rereading it once again i agree. It's always nice to have fresh eyes scan over your work, thank you.