Something about some things
Spaces in teeth
Who watches when you twirl?
Cheap flattery to keep
you spinning in a whirl
You no longer dance for the forest
Just the trees that take no root or water
but you thought you could quench
Thought a little love would come with patience
Hips out of reach
Who told you to wait?
Don't forget your youth underneath
the hunger and the heat
There's plenty more meat
with extra to eat
You give out words with every bit of you
to men who don't think twice of you
and when they reach out to you
they know just where to find you
Loud and meek
God wants to know
Tonight while you think of futures bleak
How much for the next dance does He owe?
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