Broken, Crooked Dance
I ask you to forgive me
this broken, crooked dance,
though dancing is what we do-
who we are
A divine collision of skin, heart and limb
It continues,
the music has never stopped long enough
for us to catch our breath
Take stock of broken fingers and toes,
to ponder the missteps of the past
In rare moments,
when silence is stretching between beats,
I find there isn't much I wouldn't give
to have your understanding
The dance continues, the music moves on
My wish an echo on the floor,
a sound to never reach your ears
Perhaps, one day, our steps will
reach each other again
and I will find the heart to tell you
this broken, crooked dance,
though dancing is what we do-
who we are
A divine collision of skin, heart and limb
It continues,
the music has never stopped long enough
for us to catch our breath
Take stock of broken fingers and toes,
to ponder the missteps of the past
In rare moments,
when silence is stretching between beats,
I find there isn't much I wouldn't give
to have your understanding
The dance continues, the music moves on
My wish an echo on the floor,
a sound to never reach your ears
Perhaps, one day, our steps will
reach each other again
and I will find the heart to tell you
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