[Dance the Night Away]
I’m tired of feeling this way —
crying nearly each & everyday,
barely able to embrace my chances at even the most wholesome of play,
where sometimes I can’t even sit & instead just lay..
It doesn’t matter what I do or have to say —
I’m just lost & abandoned in a dark passageway,
in an off-street lonely alleyway..
I feel so faraway —
from the day I can get up & walk away..
Maybe someday amongst all this disarray,
I can forget that he decided to throw it all away..
It’s like I’m in a screenplay —
featuring a life changing soirée,
that’s nothing but battles of swordplay,
up & down the stairways —
making headway with nothing but a misplayed touché..
Can’t even get a breath & manage a breakaway —
This screenplay of a soirée has become a nightmarish matinee,
filled with hearsay,
repeatedly trying to be downplayed..
Do I even dare say —
that I just wanna getaway,
& have a normal day..
Where my morals and values aren’t so blatantly disobeyed,
& he can become an outcast castaway,
with all his illogical wordplay,
& decay amongst his apologetic bouquets,
& to his dismay,
drift away, down the fairway, through the milky way,
as I reconvey,
exactly what it’s like to put on my favorite lingerie,
just to dance the night away,
down the runway,
amongst my closest proteges,
of badass, respectable DJ’s..
Never to look back on yesterday,
because now I’ve found my wings again & can flyaway..
drops 🎤✌🏽
🌻🌿
