Echoes Of Poetry

Unlabeled Dance

Two figures dance, but with no label 
A boy and girl, a union unstable 
Their intimacy speaks a tale 
But words unsaid, they both unveil 

He pulls her close, begs her to stay 
He frowns at friends, keeps them at bay 
His own crowd, not without fault 
But hers, a line he seems to assault 

She was once a social butterfly 
Now wings clipped, she's afraid to fly 
Her chatter dimmed, her light gone out 
Left feeling like a stranger, without a doubt 

She tries to speak, but the words don't come 
A sense of loneliness, her only chum 
A warmth she craves, but dare not seek 
The silence deafening, a truth she must leak 

For the girl and boy, it's hard to tell 
If their dance is worth the spell 
Without a label, they both float 
Treading water, hoping for a boat 

Perhaps the girl can find her voice 
And make a choice, one that's her own rejoice 
Or maybe the boy will let her be 
And let her fly, so that she's free.

~~kereninkwell