The best dance will be praise.
When my strength will finally be raised.
Carrying out the heat and cold between fire and ice.
Shallow expectations keep trembling as if someone is constantly rolling dice.
Clueless as to what is supposed to be beauty.
As if a woman’s is chosen based on their potential duty.
For one night anyone deserves affection.
However, when they build themselves up they always faced with rejection.
Like Deja Vu.
This love thing is way overdue.
Promises are made.
But then again those failed promises will cut you with a blade.
An American dream.
Is not as it always seem.
The repellant from a cold-hearted person.
Causes your heart keeps worsen.
More games are derived from constant pain.
Without walking away from hurt then you are expecting everything to be the same.
Anguish in the spirit does not blame the pessimistic one.
Then the beautiful soul will constant lone.
Lone the beauty of love.
So, all they know is love only comes from above.
The broken heart may fear.
But, trusting in God will keep you near.
Close to absolute peace.
As the pain begins to ease.
Traveling towards no more pain.
From a troubled soul game.