this forbidden tango,
the uncoordinated
left-footedwaltz.
one step:
We loved each other.
second beat:
We almost kissed.
third turn:
you stepped on me.
fourth twist:
i truned aawy
fifth step:
i lsot my pcale
My super-ego forbids it,
my id says to LEAVE,
to find another twist-and-turner.
Someone who won't merely
"Carry you
(with
Footsteps
in theSand)."
but,
I want to dance.
I want to tango.
My ego says yes,
my heart says no.
It's paradoxical.
- - - - -
Just to clear up things... This poem isn't about love. It's about making an important decision... And if you caught this, I bolded the "t" in "tango" on purpose.
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