the dance…

heard what happened to ya’… knew it was bound to…just had so much of everything in ya’…maybe you were driven by demons…some crazy force that pushed ya’ all the time to take another drink…snort another line…do another guy…saw it comin’…saw it comin’…

was workin’ out my own insanity when I read ’bout it in the newspaper…did he think he was gonna go Scott-free…think he’d never get caught…

‘member we’d dance every night…get drunk and dance…we were nuts ’bout each other…should’ve stayed with ya’…so passionate…so giving…yea…you had a mean streak in ya’ too…that’s what I couldn’t handle…your threats…threats…did ya’ threaten him too…

so he shot ya’ in the neck and burned down the house…son of a bitch…part of me blames myself for not savin’ ya’ from that…if we’d stayed together…if we’d stayed together…never count on the future…never…

hope you’re safe now…safe from men…breakin’ your heart…usin’ ya’…maybe ya’ used them too…maybe ya’ used me…never to sure ’bout these things…affairs are a crapshoot…eventually luck runs out…both sides know it…both sides…

I’m sorry honey…sorry…would’ve loved to have had just one more night with ya’…just one more time of dancin’ to a Miles Davis album…boy could we dance…boy could we dance…

used to dance all night long…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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