Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Dance

dance the age old dance
doesn't mean a thing we say
where is romance
no room for it in the masquerade
these are the terms of our endearment
confined within the rules of appeasement
whirl in this great pretense
thrive on pure contentment
believe that it only lasts for as long as it should last
so we dance

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