In the dance of love, I tried to lead,
But now it’s evident, we both must concede.
The pain of staying, it cuts deep,
Breaking promises, we were meant to keep.
Your touch on the street, a middle of the road dancefloor romance,
But now it’s faded, lost in a trance.
Where I used wake with dreams, now only tears,
So close to joy yet drowned in fears.
How do I face tomorrow, if I walk away?
Losing it all, in the light of today.
We laughed, we played, we had our run,
But now it’s time to say we’re done.
Quixotically Perfect 