Last dance

As he strokes his hand along her jawline

he doesn't mind when he finds no soft curls 

for his fingers to entwine

she smiles

a sad tear filled twitch of the lips

as he tells her she's beautiful

no sweet love song plays in her head

only the beep of the machine

that reminds her she's still alive

because inside she feels dead

she wants to love him 

but the fear of hurting him when the time comes

stops her from dotting his soft lips with kisses

she sighs

as lips brush her forehead

with a painted memory

and gulping bites back tears

she wants his lips to hold hers

in a gentle embrace

as they dance together

soft shades of rose

material brushing

she longs for her last dance

his eyes search her questioningly 

unspoken words flow between them

and suddenly she cant keep it in anymore

the tear rolls down her hollowed cheek

he brushes it with his finger

so softy

as if he's scared he'll wipe 

away the watercolour

of memories he's clutching on to

he pulls her close

and holds her like father and daughter

her tiny fragile frame shaking

she knows the time is coming

he knows it too

her grazed fingertips can't hold on much longer

he presses his lips against hers

as the music

slows in the background

her eyelashes brush his cheek as she falls

goodnight angel, i love you

he chokes on his words

as he looks at her

lips still slightly parted in the smile

of her last dance

Reviews

[Tavionna]

Very romantic, it reminds of my story that i wrote on this website. its called unnoticed its nothing great but this poem reminds me of it.

[paperdaydreams]

Ahh thanks :)

[Tavionna]

your welcome