A Little Dance

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A/N: dedicated to @Caleb_ for commenting. sorry it's so late


For all I get

Like a burnt out cigarette

I get tossed away

A lonely day in May

A tragic, rainy evening

You use to be king

And I your loftly

Righteous queen, who spoke softly

Why is it so tragic?

When it use to be wonderful magic

When the stars blinked out

Your smile an upturned pout

Like a roaring rush

Traveling through lush

And endless nights

Still scared of heights

Without you it's like one path

Not some simplistic math

So lost beyond all hope

I don't know how I'll cope

With this pressure in my chest

But you know the rest

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