Our Show

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance

Our show.

Under the neon lights I sway

To music that drifts me away

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My hands are up in the air

Like I have not a single care

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When my eyes finally drift shut

I know that I'll bare no cuts

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Hey stranger, tell me what you mean

When you say I'm the prettiest you've seen

Baby boy, show me a little love now

Before the curtains close, and I take that final bow

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Bodies brush against me

Belonging to people I can't see

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I drink away the rest of the pain

So on me it'll no longer rain

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Nothing matters but tonight

There are no wars left for me to fight

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Hey stranger, give me a night to remember

I'll be your mistress, you can be my bachelor

Baby boy, the shows far from over

So make me love-drunk, don't let me die sober

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There's nothing to do but dance

Then maybe give life a second chance

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The stage is yours and mine

And darling, do we look oh so fine

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Our swag is catching their eyes

We don't care, we're far too high

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Hey stranger, it's only you and me on the floor

So lets dance the night til we're sore

Baby boy, the suns almost up

But I can't leave, you had me at 'What's up?'

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I know we're far from done

Cause yesterday is long gone

And tomorrow has yet to come

But tonight, our show will go on...


Submitted: March 30, 2012

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Charles Mausolf

this is oddly self destructive, yet at the same time sends a message. I recall dancing with girls like this. It's like they were searching for something but never found it. To bad it never was with me.

When I was younger many of my friends would call them sluts... I called them fun. When I think about it now I just think that was it. They were fun.

Some times you need a distraction to feel free and others can help you let go.

This may have nothing to do with the intended thought of this. But I felt this was not meant as total sexual, just plain fun. And even with how some of us think girls should be. Why is it not right for them not to be a teas without being a slut? I think a girl has every right to be as much as a guy. So have fun and if it takes dancing to forget what makes your heart hurt I say go for it.

Tue, April 17th, 2012 5:54am

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I like that you think that. If I told someone I was going dancing, and that I might hit it off with a random boy then I'd be labelled a slut. But, like you said, there's nothing sexual about it, its just a way to put aside the pain and think about something other than how rubbish your life is.
I think those kinda girls are normally running from stuff like broken relationships, and so even if they did meet a nice guy on a night out, they would hardly consider taking things further than that night. Its sad, because a nice guy can mend her broken a heart, but she wouldn't be able to see past the pieces.

Sat, May 5th, 2012 8:16am

soccergirl

and the show must go on.. I love it.. so .... wow.. I dont even know. you are so talented at writing! :) I loved this... we have to take life as it comes, work through what is dealt, amazing job

Tue, May 29th, 2012 12:52pm

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Yup, raw truth to accept what happens and move on.
Thank you! =)

Sat, June 2nd, 2012 5:15am

siirdarkmaz

This was weird. You thought out of the box. You paraphrased life's routine in a simple disco. love, sadness, not caring, etc. great job

Mon, July 30th, 2012 11:00am

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Thank you, I like the way you read it- I hadn't thought of it like that. You just gave it another meaning, thanks! =D

Wed, August 1st, 2012 2:39pm

Wesonga Jonathan

I like this piece,the first I've read of you. Keep it up! :D

Sat, December 29th, 2012 5:06am

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Thank you very much :-)

Sat, December 29th, 2012 7:48am

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