• xenoria 6w

    the sweet melancholic undertone your voice renders
    draws me back again and again.
    my eyes well up
    in response to your soft tugs.
    my heart the traitor
    swells with emotion.

    you have won this way
    many a time.
    and I have not learnt to resist.
    it is almost as if
    we were made to dance this way;
    you in the lead
    and me fast behind.

    yes.
    yes, you can see
    I am not blind to your clever tactics.

    but still,
    still I fall.
    I fall each time.


    ©xenoria