Familiar Dances

Pondering memories of a lost love.

You twist and turn around my words
Like a rogue you're sinister and stern, and
keep the conversation where you feel that it should turn.
Your red hair flutters down, and surrounds me when we hug
But I don't feel so close now like I did when we were young.

Your sadness is exuded through each and every pore
I'm always craving something, hell its always something more.
But we don't talk about such things because you get upset,
and I always beat myself up, always after you left.

And things are out of focus, a memory is lost.
Lost upon the pavement that I walked after you stormed off,
and the clever condemnation of your crazy kind of mind
always left me feeling jaded, never focused or in time.
The music of your voice tries to be an upbeat melody,
But you just want to scream, and words just cease to be

And you switch your composition and now you're like a snake
Always shedding skins, changing faces, and poof your fake.
You slither and you slide through dilemmas and advice,
Always looking for something greater, no matter what the price.
and you fathom that your fine, you feel so very well.
while I suffer through seeing you live through this hell

So this candle that I burnt for far far too long is gone
and the lightning and the thunder and the pouring rain,
has simply turned to overcast, a stupid shade of gray,
and everything is run-on, and everything is lame, and
all I do is ponder, and relive the good old days, and
everything you try to say it all just goes to waste, and
every time you get close I simply push away, and
now we don't speak often, but only when your down
And now when we get to get together your dances bring me down.

These familiar dances,  these arguments, and sighs
a story better told in waltzes and in sync, and in time.
The footsteps that pound by our old stomping grounds
I can still feel your hand in mine, and I can feel the sounds
of what you used to be back then, but I guess people change.
People change and dance the night away
But you just walk away.

Author's Note

I tried to make it flow at times, and at others cause you to stop and try to find the scheme again as it almost seems to rhyme sometimes but it doesn't for the most part. So it doesn't really have a good flow, which is a reflection of what life was like when I was around the girl.