Life is a dance And I am without a partner It doesn't feel right dancing with the broom There is no passion there No ballad telling everyone, that romance is possible
No down pouring rain in the hot night Two lovers entwined in a quiet slow dance in the misted streets
No story tellers Telling the story of how mummy met daddy
No closed lips Where only the eyes speak Of wanting And wanting more
Swaying hips begging for the hidden truth Do you love me Need me Or do you need to love me?
Streets are cold here My life is a soulless lonely dance, however Life is a dance And I am without a partner But I need to love you
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
Just written now, 6-9-11, after watching a movie called Mad About Mambo. It doesn`t hurt that it`s chalk full of Irish accents. My weakness. I thought of how we live through our life avoiding things, living through painful and even joyful things, how some can really bring us to our knees. But ya know, there`s passion in life, too. Just not mine.
Life is a dance, it's true, we all were born to love and enjoy life. Let nothing that happens bring your spirit down. Bad days will pass and you will be dancing again, cause life is good, dear.
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