when wimps forget how to dance

I didn't knew it long ago, If you make it glow from ashton But I saw few wimps dancin in you, And I admit they were in me too. Common in above of sky and beneath the ocean, Thing that makes your heart burst open. Short of breath and the tremendous pressure, makin you go palpations. Brain fog and numbness can be said as a simplification, But a short note of a mind in pleasure. Those wimps who forgot to dance, Slept long ago in beds of hearts. In midst of mind in pleasure, Consuming the soul of thoughts made of matter. Falling from cloud nine to beneath of Lilly covered in red. Reflection of luna and lifeless open orbes met. Embodied in his embrace, How could one even face. Instead glanced on own feets, Breathing heavily when he made our eyes meet. Crouched for lily in red, But floral envelopes start running. They ran until they evaporated in sounds of whining. Laying in the field recklessly scarlet wet...