The Tango

Don't you just highly dislike it the way us human beings have to tiptoe around each other sometimes? Or just how someone can hold such power when it comes to the opinion they have of you. Especially when in a relationship, there are these moments when you are in a limbo and things can swing either way. There can be acceptance or condemnation. If you know you are not perfect (and your imperfections are a far cry from being considered "cute") and those imperfections may expose a great flaw in your character, in the quest to become a better person you may feel the need to share this. You pray for understanding but also understand if forgiveness doesn't exactly flow in your direction. As you wait.... a lot goes on in your mind....

The Tango

She looks up, he looks down
She cannot tell, if its a smile or frown
She wonders, for she does not know
where he shall accept, or even condone
The part of her she has just shown
And so it begins, the dance, the tango

She fidgets, she bites her nails
He's cool and calm, no wind in his sails
She wonders whether to be strong, or act frail
And thinks of all, that she has just said
Looks at the meaning, at every little detail
And wonders if to her coffin, she's hammered the last nail

She can take it back, say it was a test
If her confession, he will not accept
Even better, she could pretend
That it was due to the deception of a friend
Down the wrong road she had been led
Why does she feel, that things are hanging by a thread?

The ball is now rolling around in his court
He can make her happy or really distraught
She's ready for it..... then again, she's in doubt
Damn this dance, her feet are just skipping about
Then he looks at her, and stretches his arm out
And she thinks in sheer relief, she might cry out loud
Terida