This Last Dance
In hands lie the touch
of innocents, of youth
this sweet truth
guides my way
this melody
finishes the words
I could never put in song
nor say,
this feeling that sinks
within my skin
drowned the emotions
and let me fall in
into a dazed state
every moment of the night,
you made fake
in a dance
within the hands of time
touched every bullet
on the shooting line
in a slow and steady pace
you brought the tears
upon my face
petal after petal
the flower falls apart
as my love for you dies
it digs into my heart
a heavy burden
this last dance
will bare
as the music ends
I let lose with a stare
I drop my head and back away
this moment, this music
has said things I couldn't say
I no longer see,
the person I once knew
I now know we were already through
Copyright © Nichole Anderson | Year Posted 2011
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