February 11, 2014
Tic-toc goes the sound of your knock,
While I stand there at the door
And wait for it to stop.
The screaming silence echoed louder
Than the sound of your heart.
I can still hear the tears drop;
Crashing on the pavement,
Much like our expectations
Meeting with reality.
Tic-toc goes the sound of your walk,
While I sit in my corner
And wonder when you’ll truly come over.
"The drowning sense of your heart against mine;
What I’d give to be lost in that time."
The music rings on
Nonsense is all I hear though
As the crowds gather
And I’m left with my fear-
I can’t help but wonder
If this is how it’ll always be.
I ask you dear
If we might have just a dance,
But what a fool I am
To think I can gather some courage
And overcome the uncalled-for fame.
At this point
It’s more than a dance;
It’s becoming a fight for balance.
While all I can do is sit and watch
As the night goes on.
All I can think of is
You with another man.
Hand in hand
Alone under the spotlight.
We’ll all watch
And I won’t even be able to stand
All of this because of a dance.
"Your love is the cancerous kind."
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