Dance
You take my hand is yours
It begins in a elegant ballet
It usually turns into a passionate salsa.
Then when I go for the lift some you don't catch me and I crash on the floor.
You get out of the rhythm and step on my feet.
I try to be patient waiting for you to remember our dance.
One day I noticed you were not trying and did not want to follow my lead.
You gave up on our dance and left me to dance a solo facing the world's music alone.
I wait again for another partner so I can again dance a beautiful duet.
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