Sometimes I feel as though love is a dance and I stepped onto the dance floor with two left feet,
So now I'm tripping over my self-esteem,
Because these lyrical moon walks of mine seem incapable of sustaining a relationship,
Is it even possible for anyone to be so bad at this?
I feel this dance was made for two,
But I'm stuck in a sad solo bowl dance,
With every twist and turn I step on my own toes,
And just when it seems I've gotten the hang of it,
I trip over myself and sadly I never seem to have enough time to brace myself for the fall,
Maybe I just wasn't built for love,
Maybe my heart with its clumsy two left feet can never follow the beat of another,
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find a love as stable as ink on paper,
Because sometimes I'm envious of the way my pen dances across the page everytime I have something to say,
I wish I could be as smooth to the touch of a cupid arrow,
Wish I could embrace it as gracefully as my pen kisses the paper,
Love is a dance,
And sadly I'm a really bad dancer,
Curse my two left feet.
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Love: A Journey
PoetryThis is a poetic journey of love. A story that takes you through all the many bumps in the road. All the ups and downs, every folk in the road. From start to finish. From the perspective of a hopeless romantic trying to keep his belief in the proces...
