Champagne and cigarettes,
Bound by paper and pen,
Spinning in endless circles,
The thought dances in her head.
To risk it all or play it safe?
The question lingers in the air
As the smoke drifts up and the bubbles rise
Not knowing is the answer,
An answer that she hates.
Memories and fantasies take control.
And still the question bellows in the smoke.
A facade dances across her face
As if it’s desperately trying to hold the truth.
In the depths of her eyes you can see it all;
The longing to be loved surmounts the shimmer of the night.
She dances as if no one is watching,
Her moves are peaceful, flowing with the cadence of the music,
Yet the song within her is filled with effortless sorrow.
As symphony concludes
She exits with a smile
and a tear.
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