21 dance

That song held a sweet memory
I could dance it all night long
putting dreams in my eyes and 
in your steps.


Every turn, every sway, every drop
I could see dreams
in your eyes, on your lips,
their sweet longing.


But it will never be.
‘Cause you've got pretty girls 
who see the same dreams
in your eyes, on your lips,
who feel your sweet longing.

I still hear that song 
and can't help but feel 
its blooming in my chest,
flowering through my fingers,
lacing through yours.
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I try, but can't forget 
the warmth of your dreams.
And though it pains me, 
I can't help but dance it all night,
even though I dance alone.