Our eyes meet, and so it begins…
The dance with destiny, our dance with fate…
We take each other’s hands and start our journey to hell together…
Comforted by each other’s sweet words, the sweet nothings of lovers…
The eternal dance, which started in the garden.
It’s a scarcely punctuated, never ending cycle of rebirths, betrayals and heartbreak…
Searching for ‘the one’…
The dancefloor, once spotless, now covered with blood and tears.
Driven to end our loneliness, we perpetuate the curse even more.
No one wants to die alone.
‘The one’ now seems a distant dream…
After dancing with so many… But maybe it’s my fate.
To leave my mark, and then to leave…
Giving each something to aspire to.
We never dance long enough to notice our flaws…
Hence it gets bundled up in perfect memories.
Just what one dance can do.
Cursed to dance the floor eternally.
-Will the cycle never end?
-idlepoet
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