The rhythm of the music
Matches the sound of our hearts
They were beating as one, you know
Before they became targets of a dart.
Each step we're taking
Was full of heartbreak and pain
The moves we're doing
Were nothing but hurricane
We were confused, and lost
Still not knowing what we're gonna be
As we held each other's hand
We know instantly that we're not meant to be.
As heavy as each step takes
We keep forcing it in
Just to make this graceful and lovely
Even though it isn't.
Let's just stop this dance
That's the best thing we can do
Maybe someday, somehow
My partner again is you.
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
