and I said yes, as we floated along to our own melody.
As the dance went on, he started to step on my toes, each time hurting worse.
Until finally he pulled away, showing no more compassion than that of an enemy....
but it's sad...because I know tomorrow when he asks me to dance,
knowing that my toes are to be bloody and broken....
I'll say yes anyway
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The things we do for love 'Keep on inking the Pages' Poison