Illusion of a Dance (poem)

He’ll take my hand
and stroll me outside.
We’ll smile at the others
everyone knows what’s to happen.
I shyly glance for strangers,
and check my complexion in the glass.
He’ll straighten his bow tie
and ask me to dance.

But then I’ll wake up from my daze
and smell the vodka on his breath.
The vintage haze will run
and I’ll be left in the cold
with a man I barely know.
People will think me a whore
out with a man, in stupid hope.
 –
He’ll put his hands on my hips
and force me to sway.
I’ll struggle and cry whilst
the observers giggle and tease.
I’ll be stuck with a man I hate
all because he asked me to waltz.
 –
There’s no romance left in the world
only vodka, dollars and the illusion of a dance.
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s