muhammed medhat

The Ballroom - Poem by muhammed medhat

alone and standing in a ballroom
watching every couple dance
imagining my bride and me the groom
but how could i ever get the chance

then i saw you come along
and offered your hand
was it coming true or was i wrong
i didn't care as for my joy i couldn't stand

dancing rock or dancing twist
as you wish..i won't insist

then the music stopped, so did the charm
and all the couples went apart
as if there was a timing or alarm
for passion to end and start

then i looked at my partner as she walked away
should i leave as well or should i stay

i'm so lost in people's lies
they truly can show love when music is on
but fail to make it last
for every song no matter how long
ends and soon becomes past

i wish i could tell them there's no symphony for love
and there's no time to start
symphonies last forever if only they reach your heart

but they won't realise my language of passion
they won't awaken their heart
all they care about is fashion
appearance is their only art

so i'll have to follow up
in order to survive
and today i'm neatly dressed up
looking shiny and alive

though i'm dead inside
and there i the ballroom
waiting for todays's bride
i'll always remain the groom
but i'll never have an eternal bride

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 7, 2011

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