Tango Midnight Poem by Amouta Stardancer

It’s like a tango at midnight,
this love life of mine,
I can’t see the steps,
but somehow I find them.
And I dip,
and I twirl,
and it rocks,
my whole world,
and I’m left not knowing,
what to say,
and he leaves,
like always, walks away.
The “he” changes,
from Dylan, to Tyler,
then Mike,
and they bring their flowers,
from lilies, to daisies,
then roses.
But they’ve all been danced on,
by the end of the night.
The days never last,
and they’re too lonely to pass,
then yet again,
it’s time to tango midnight,
and we dip,
and we twirl,
and it rocks my whole world,
and I’m left again with a fight.
And I think I’m all wrong,
because each dance,
and each song,
end in that same smoking way,
until a new love blows it away.
I dance and I dance,
because I can’t beat this trance,
my love grows fast,
and dies faster.
I’ve heard so many lies,
been broken so many times,
and I feel that I’ll never be worth much,
because at the end of the night,
I never end up, up on my luck.