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Derniére Danse

We were alone Just you and me There in your room We fell silent As we felt the freedom In ourselves. Your stare was cold And I felt puzzled I tried to put together The reasons why I was there in the first place. Just two weeks ago In the night of our lives We professed our feelings For each other The first time I had cried for you And the very first time You shed tears for me too. It was magical So golden, almost unreal In the middle of the crowd We danced like we knew Our lives would never Ever be the same. That was the first time I had stepped out of my border Where I ignored the cautions And I fell for you. The receding nights were Bitter sweet, The strings had worn out And we exposed ourselves To each other You told me your secrets And I told mine Everyday we argued About where we stand And if this was really love It was crazy because everytime We'd apologize, And then again We would tell our love So ardent and passionate To each other. It came too fast And I felt dizzy in the Roller coaster kind of rush You made me feel I was so overwhelmed And so head over heels That I felt unusually happy With our secret relationship. Our secret affair That lead us here In your own space With our minds still confused With our love burning bright; Even we know for a fact that What we had would soon end. 'We would never make it'. You said. We're star-crossed And everything in us Would be tragic. But we're young And madly in love We don't give a damn The world is too insignificant To come between us. Fearless, I heaved closer And you whispered To my ear 'I love you And I would marry you Someday dear.' Smiling, we stepped out Of your door And I had once again felt That this would never Happen once again That was the last time We had spent together As lovers And we would never Ever be the same.
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Written by
bemoaningsorrow
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May 14, 2015
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Derniére Danse means 'Last Dance' in French...

Please don't be confused with my poem. XD

#FirstLove #LastDance #LastGoodbye #SeperateWays

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