Sooner or later it was bound to happen.
I fell for you,
Again.
In a way I’m quite tired of this dance,
Waltzing around,
Spinning, dipping,
A two step. a salsa.
Rhythmic sadness-
Tiptoeing love.
In a way I wish this love had never happened,
I know the impossibility for what I hope for.
Yet everyday I just wait for another song
In our ballroom of text messages and google docs,
The band plays a taunting song-
In the key of heartbreak,
And timed out to the tempo of our thoughts.
Even within our gala the other dancers snicker,
For I have no partner,
And your love is dancing with another.
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 3:15 AM UTC
Sooner or later it was bound to happen.
I fell for you,
Again.
In a way I’m quite tired of this dance,
Waltzing around,
Spinning, dipping,
A two step. a salsa.
Rhythmic sadness-
Tiptoeing love.
In a way I wish this love had never happened,
I know the impossibility for what I hope for.
Yet everyday I just wait for another song
In our ballroom of text messages and google docs,
The band plays a taunting song-
In the key of heartbreak,
And timed out to the tempo of our thoughts.
Even within our gala the other dancers snicker,
For I have no partner,
And your love is dancing with another.
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