Ghosts From The Past Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

It's funny how we interact
Our lips dance to a rhythm
That only we can follow
When you look at it
It looks unusually eerie
Like we are ghosts from the past
Meant to find each other again
Under this same circumstance
I wonder if you want to dance
My ears are tickled
And your eyes are glittering
Like second grade art
You have asked and you shall receive
My hand falls onto your hand
And our lips dance to their own song