Itchy

Oh you look,

So beautiful,

When you dance.

I found you,

Staring,

Out your window.

In the purple moonlight,

You saw my scars,

And I allowed you,

To explore me,

To your heart's content.

In her eyes,

She begged me,

To have this dance,

She implored me to.

And I'll allow her that much.

The music stopped,

And her song began,

And she danced so gracefully in her stained red dress.

Her song stopped,

And the silence,

Began.

By Ben Jones