Dancing Girl
Hours past midnight and still looking into her eyes,Moving to the beats with her arms between mine,
When suddenly interrupted by the dawn of day.
Life took over with a single ray,
Memories of the dancing girl,
The night faded away like tequila shots.
Guitar strings stop in haste,
Dancing shoes slow down their pace,
The keyboards here no longer play my tune.
I wait in thirst for the spark of night,
To dance again with my love,
An addiction so fond for me to lose.
by © Sreekesh Menon at
10:26 AM
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