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Last Dance

A skip in my step and a smile as i jump
A tap on the shoulder in my throat forms a lump
Grin as it does and takes as it wants 
Snatching and fondling in delight as it stuns 

Fingers of insecurity it trails across thy heart
Nails of doubt dug deeper as the cracks she parts
Arms that embrace and curdle your darkest fears 
A mouth that smirks at the taste of your tears 

A tongue to lick the wounds inflicted by self
Eyes that watch as you become deprived of transcendent wealth
snarls as it lurks,it takes to break
Delights as a child with a home made chocolate cake 

Pleading and begging you are brought to your knees 
From her hardened heart you shall find no appease 
Coldly your kicked and tossed to the floor 
Broken and beaten to the depths of your core 

Dragging your limbs now with a limp in your walk 
You look up in anguish as she parts her lips to talk 

Hello beloved i am your long lost friend 
Don't you see i am setting a trend 
I come when your happy to steal away your smile 
I do it with grace,comfort and style 

You look at me with disgust and see me as a curse 
But oh my beauty its you who gives me the strength to make it all worse 
My name is loneliness and i come from within 
I am tied to you with insecurity string 

You can banish me from the cracks in your heart 
But you knew that before our long embrace you saw it from the start 
All you have to do is stand up and fight 
Lift up your head and take away my right 

Oh loneliness i should have known it was you 
As you stirred the couldren of my insecurity stew 
Leave me now i release you from our depleting trance
To you oh happiness i dedicate my last dance

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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