Danseuse
Danseuse
You were the one that caused my feet to bleed, the one that made them sore. I worked hard, I cried after every hook-up but still I couldn't give you up. With soft passionated movements you kissed my dying feet and made me loose my mind. You were there for me when no one was. Once a week I could see you, always on time. One day I walked into the room again, and saw myself in the dark. You, who once brought me back to life, couldn't help me anymore. I was lost, lost in my own thoughts And now that I have let you go, I miss you.. But even though I don't see you anymore, you will always live further in my heart and soul, But still I will never forget, how we used to talk.
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