The Dance

Sitting alone in a smoky cafe. 
The words of the singer strike true.
Sing it sister.
All alone.
No one to dance with.
Can only watch.
Sin City.
The city of broken dreams, and Elvis chapels.
If they would all just burn to the ground; I could move on, and I'm comforted 
by that lie. 
A hand takes mine, I look in his eyes. (Yeah the get me everytime!)
We start to dance our breath mingling sweet.
So right together, but just torn apart.
Just the dance.
The world falls away. 
Just us and the sounds of Margarita Salt.
Just the dance, if it could last forever I would not complain.
He speaks of a vision, a vision that I knew once to be real.
I'm tired of lying.
I need to show him what I've been hiding.
I open my mouth and the music stops.
The bubble we had pops and my chance has been lost.
Just the dance.
Viva Las Vegas baby, a city of chance.

by Danielle