Monday, March 31


The memories are dancing in my head
I feel like I can pick out one
and invite it to sway with me
Why, hello.

You are in the middle of the dance floor
You invited me to dance.
Little did I know that I would get weak in the knees
And that you would magically disappear

No, no, no.
I didn't want you to go.
But it's too late, isn't it?
I didn't do anything else.

I stood there,
let you walk away.
I let the memories dance in my head.
And you never invited me again.

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