Queen of Hearts

Nobody knew her name,

Just that she danced

At the Queen of Hearts.

Moved for restless men,

Women, husbands and liars.
Some in ties,

Some in trainers,

Some in tights.

Stumbling;

Satisfied and soaked

Into moonlight.

Returning to

Wives, lovers and children

Alike.

Awake at night

With her body in mind.

She never left;

In daylight,

In dreams,

In secret

She danced.

Her face in mist,

Eyes ever changing.

They just watched,

Blinking away their wives.

What did she go home to?

What did she live for?

Once the track ends

And they vanish…

Just a stage;

A prop;

With too much make up

Beneath bright light.

Every flaw on show,

Alight,

Afire,

Just for her

To see.

To Loath…

Please,

Turn the lights out.

Reviews

[Pooja Chintamani]

Secret superstars. Very heart touching about the passion of that dancing girl!!

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All women are queens of hearts.