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Can you feel my heart
beating rapidly?
I'm holding on to our love
while you're forgetting.
Music plays, we move naturally.
We capture our audience,
hold them in a trance.
Inside I'm slowly dying.
This is our last dance.
You can sign autographs.
I'll be on my way
to the next stage of life
without you guiding me.
You'll miss this one day.

Written for Yeah Write

6 thoughts on “Dancing

  1. You’ll miss this one day. <– oh…snap…wast this a virtual slap? You'll miss me when I'm gone? Nice that.

    1. Thank you for stopping by. Your comment made me smile.

  2. The image you chose does a great job of showing your story of one clinging to a love that is fading.

    1. Thank you. I’m glad the story and image meshed well together.

  3. I liked the double meaning you gave to the word “stage” in this, it reminded me of “All the world is a stage.” The metaphor of dancers works well to describe a relationship that is only being held up by one person.

    1. Thank you for your comment. I had “all the world’s a stage” in mind.

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