The problem with a slow dance is,
It’s flawless – besides when it’s not.
Time heals, forgiveness, forgot.
The dilemma with a trance is,
Giving out infinite chances.
March down a disappointing track,
Waiting for your disguise to crack.
Each final straw, each iceberg’s tip,
Expectations finally slip,
And now there is no waltzing back.
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In response to Ronovan Writes’ Décima Challenge found here
This is perfect, the worse so evocative of the dance if life 💜
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Thank you 😊
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💜💜
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Nice. I like how you did this part:
The dilemma with a trance is,
Giving out infinite chances.
I love breaking the sounds of a words down to get the rhymes in. 🙂
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Thank you Ronovan! ✨
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Love your poetic take on this dance of life! Lots of emotions and metaphors that had me waltzing around the floor. 🙏
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Thank you! 😊
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