The Will They Won't They Trance

Santajah Douglass

Is this a fight or a dance, I wonder,

Should I be holding a sword or your hand?

Is this love or a playful game of wits to explore,

It's not easy to trust with my wall standing tall.

 

I don't know if I should take a chance,

I can't tell if you're a friend or a foe,

Or a possible lover waiting to unfold,

In this mysterious tale that we begin to sow.

 

I cannot read minds, that is for sure,

But I need an answer to define what's happening between us.

So the oath we make and the path we take,

Won't break us apart or leave us in the dust.

 

In this world where trust is a precious gem,

And deceit lurks behind every corner,

I find myself torn between caution and desire,

Unable to decide if my heart should be warmer.

 

Should I draw my sword and fight for what's right,

Or should I let go and surrender to this enchanting game?

Is it worth the risk, the potential heartbreak,

Or is it all just a mirage, an illusion that's to blame?

 

The dance we engage in is a delicate one,

Each step uncertain, each move a chance.

Trying to decipher the secret code,

That lies between our glances, our stolen glances.

 

But as my heart beats faster in your presence,

And your laughter fills my soul,

I can't help but lean towards the notion,

That perhaps love is the ultimate goal.

 

Though my walls may be high, fortified with caution,

They tremble at the sight of your smile.

And I can't deny the warmth that spreads within me,

As you hold out your hand, even just for a while.

 

For in this dance, love can be found,

If we let go of fear and embrace the unknown.

We can create a symphony of trust and passion,

In a world where hearts can be easily thrown.

 

So, let the sword rest for now,

And take my hand as we explore this dance.

Together we can unravel the mysteries,

And give love a true and honest chance.

 

For in the end, it's not about the fight,

Or who triumphs and who loses the game.

It's about the connection we share, the bond we form,

And the beauty we create, with love as our aim.

 

So, let us walk this path, hand in hand,

With hearts open and free from doubt.

For whether friend or lover, the answer will come,

And love will conquer, without a shadow of a doubt And when it's time to let out you know it's true that love will not be the end of me and you.

  • Author: Santajah Douglass (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 1st, 2024 13:54
  • Category: Love
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