THE DANCE

Another phase, maybe a kiss

Some connection less intricate

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Every day fighting

To stay awake, to getaway

Anything to avoid dismay

In the stories a mind creates

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The puff with the drag

The over-binged gag

She loses herself

And the darkness attacks

The sadness follows

Pain she tries to swallow

The confusion attracts

This side of she.. a disease..

But say..

What if, just what if

Translation is lost in thoughts?

The if’s, and’s, or but’s,

When reality speaks for itself

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That the truth

is truer within the roots

of your beating heart.

Why is that so hard?

When ‘it’ finally sinks and reality brinks Your mind less screams

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME”

You think in sync with harmonious peace

What brings are things only seen

When space creates grace for another being, another melody.

A dance represents hope

A trance of being when broke

A glance at the future’s hold

A might to atone feeling alone

You realize through healed eyes

The sway is the dance

The kiss is the trance

Strong might - a brief glance

to the story of self romance