Paper Dance

could this be another poem?
saying words not meant to be said...
in the tune of my solitary death,
take my hand! we'll dance till dawn.

now as we kiss the morning sun
we'll take a rest for we're tired of dancing
i won't forget that night of solid fun
when will i ever hold your hands again?

i won't say sorry for the things I've done
i just want you to read this fucking letter
cause i wanna dance again and kiss that sun
that burned our skin and souls together

hear me out, take a look!
it was never easy to give back what i took!
it's my turn to say things that i wanted to say
hear me out! take a look! let me stay!