Dancer, Not a Lover

April 3, 2009
By RipInAmberlost GOLD, Honesdale, Pennsylvania
RipInAmberlost GOLD, Honesdale, Pennsylvania
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Dancing all alone in the dim moonlight
Wishing someone was there to dance with her
Loneliness is what she fights every night
Dependant on music; all else is blurred

Regretful relationships haunting her past
Some tough times she’d really hate to relive
To leave these thoughts she would dance so fast
For her poor heart had nothing more to give

To her music she committed her soul
Dancing on and on, whenever she could
Never leaving a single moment dull
Always dancing because she knew she should

So she indulged in her joy forever
She was a true dancer, not a lover

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