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One Last Dance

Contributed by Vitreous_Soul on Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 05:58:21 AM in AEST
Topic: LostLove



Her silhouette still haunts the halls
Faintly still her soft voice calls
A flame that's dimmed but never burned out
Something i'd hoped I could do without

Candle light jumps and shadows are cast
At that moment I wish the present was the past
I want my hands around your wrists
And nothing more than to be kissed

Elusive is acceptance
Again alone I make my stance
All I want is just one chance
A single time and what it grants
At least leave me with one last dance

I see a figure in the archway
But as I turn it fades away
The spectre of a person who is gone
With futility the search goes on

Wind grabs the drapery with windows flung wide
It flows as the dress of a luminous bride
A chill fills the expansive corridor
Shiver as I hear light footsteps on the floor

Elusive is acceptance
Again alone I make my stance
All I want is just one chance
A single time and what it grants
At least leave me with one last dance

As morning breaks I lie in bed
Eyes full of tears, memories race through my head
Emotionally a withered wreck
Still I feel your breath against my neck

Just one time, one last dance
Not a second but a first chance
An empty heart, a burned out soul
Loneliness encircles, catatonic trance




Copyright © Vitreous_Soul ... [ 2003-11-16 05:58:21]
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Re: One Last Dance (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 08:03:49 AM AEST
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Wow each word of this write is enchanting!
I don't know what inspired this masterpeice but it awesome 2 the bone!
Very beautifull work of art!
peace, joy, luv,
emy


Re: One Last Dance (User Rating: 1 )
by Tanna on Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 11:41:06 AM AEST
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Beautiful and yet very sad. Excellent write!
~T


Re: One Last Dance (User Rating: 1 )
by irshprnss on Sunday, 16th November 2003 @ 10:16:20 PM AEST
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Great Write!!
Diana


Re: One Last Dance (User Rating: 1 )
by zaowhvn on Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 02:34:46 PM AEST
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it made gave me chills and made me cry


Re: One Last Dance (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Tuesday, 20th January 2004 @ 06:12:23 PM AEST
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This one brought tears to my eyes. Sometimes I remember and I only want to forget, yet I need that last dance. Make sense?

"As morning breaks I lie in bed
Eyes full of tears, memories race through my head
Emotionally a withered wreck
Still I feel your breath against my neck"

I could not have expressed what it feels like more.
Now I have to find kleenex.
Kie


Re: One Last Dance (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Friday, 6th February 2004 @ 04:50:01 PM AEST
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I just had to tell you again how much I love this poem! I've read it about a dozen times. Awesome.... Kie




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