Dancing With Our Feet Tied

 

 

We know it won’t work 

We know that it hurts 

We know it’s not right 

 But yet we’re dancing with our feet tied

 

There is no burn 

There is no spark 

No light to bring us out the dark

But yet we’re dancing with our feet tied 

 

We know it’s not love 

But we question is it lust 

On and on we dance 

Stiff in movement 

Lack of the rhythm 

Hand in hand 

Even with our feet tied

This poem is about: 
Our world

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