the unwanted dance

no desire to run anymore

make noise and kick up dust

want to stay put and rub away

at years of burnt, angry rust

really dont want to take and run

where i havnt even a name

no interest in those who are willing to play

this old warped and damaged game

where music is loud and girls are free

and touch is cold as ice

and i it seems am no longer as was

it just comes at too high a price

what i would give for those tangled feet

bodies in sweet disarray

and a heart that beats together with mine

welcoming loves truthful day

so let it all swirl ’round and ’round

let me drown slowly in need

dancing to rhythms too loud to ignore

while dying of loves cruel, slow bleed

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