Dancing Alone
...so I daydream into this night
fighting sleep like a child
though my eyes grow heavy
The thoughts are fluid
moving in slow motion
as your face fades in and out
the memories bittersweet
and though I try to hang onto them
they slip from my grasp
You play like a broken record through my mind
and I'm lost in the music
Dancing alone...
Angela Minard 2011©
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I had to read this one several times before I got it. But that's just me. Thank you for sharing it!
Very nie poetry! Yes we often face situations where we are just like a woman dancing alone with broken heart and no one around.
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