Could I dance with you?

Or will you leave me all alone.

At that time I wept and crept right underneath your skin,

I forgot to tell you.

That every time you came across my mind,

I scratched you out until you felt my pain,

Because I couldn’t let you in,

Into my mind of sorrow weeps,

And pity self to sleep,

My mind must have killed you. Continue reading 10 Minute Poetry: “Untitled”