Dancing between raindrops
Splashing in puddles
Water in between
My toes.
Spinning and twirling
To the rhythm of
The storm.
Dancing between raindrops
Splashing in puddles
Water in between
My toes.
Spinning and twirling
To the rhythm of
The storm.
Every day I dance with my speech.
Seeking to smoothly waltz with it.
Trying to find rhythm in the words,
I use to convey my thoughts.
But I’m a terrible dancer
And I tend to trip over my own tongue.