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The root of her pain

I watched her cry

Traced the dry tears on her cheek

They took me through one hell of a week

My thoughts made me seem meek

As I journeyed her pain

I wasn’t a driver but a passenger on this train

As it took me back to her delicate chin again

Went up passed those lips that I so often kiss

But something was amiss

She wore a frown I couldn’t crown with a kiss

She spoke words I couldn’t make out on my own

Like bottles, lips stick, used condoms

Messages on someone’s phone

Her tears fell like the summer’s rain

As I search for the story behind her pain

I watched her cry

And knew it wasn’t me

As I traced the dry tears on her cheek

They took me through one hell of a week

What I saw made me feel sick

How a heart can be made real weak

By a thousand uncertainties in one week

A dozen I don’t knows in one night

It wasn’t me is all I say when we fight

Her light skin cheeks turned red from the crying

I get upset and start writing

The truth sounds like a lie

As I journey up her cheek towards her eye

To peek through the window of her soul

The one soul that makes me feel whole

I hope her tears don’t start to flow

While I seek the root of her pain

I stand and stare deep in her eyes

To find out what could it be?

But to my surprise

The root of her pain is me

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Les T

No talking on the dance floor

They danced the night away

Proclaimed undying love on the dance floor that day

Deep house got them in a trance

She had never felt so much romance

She was 17 and he was 24

But there’s no talking on the dance floor

She wanted to leave but he wanted more

Dj mixing like never before

She says I have to go

He says its 3.30 stay till 4

And there’s no talking on the dance floor

They danced the night away

He twisted her arm on the dance floor that day

Green bottles got the best of her in a way

She fell in love on the dance floor that day

She fell for his lies and a lot more that day

She couldn’t see her friends anywhere

He said where do you stay I’ll take you there

But there’s no talking on the dance floor

So he said lets move closer to the door

They got one last drink from the bar

Because he was taking her home in his fancy car

He played that song in the car once more

Made them feel like their on the dance floor

The road didn’t look familiar anymore

She tried to tell him

But he said shh… there’s no talking on the dance floor

As they walked up the stairs hand in hand

She staggered and realized she could hardly stand

Laughed it off and sang that song again

He said are you ok there’s just one more floor

She smiled and whispered

There’s no talking on the dance floor

He carried her the rest of the way

And into his flat and offered a drink she said I’m ok

He played that song and they started dancing again

She felt he was her night in shining armor

The one who took her pain away

They started kissing had that song on repeat

They made what she thought was sweet love to a deep house beat

He went down on her and even kissed her feet

Her attempt to ask if he had a rubber before the score

Were silenced by his finger on her lips and….

There’s no talking on the dance floor

He struggled to get it in but she was willing

She felt the pain but couldn’t ignore the feeling

She wanted him and he wanted her

So they let the necessary occur

They danced the night away

She lost her virginity that way

The way he moved and touched her brought them to climax

Her innocence and inexperience reminded him of his ex

Or should I say his last conquest

But there no talking on the dance floor

As he took her to the taxi rank in the morning

He said he was late for work and would call her

You would think she had bruised knees

The many times she fell for his lies

As she turned to kiss him

She took what was to be the last stare into his deceitful eyes

All she ever got from the man she thought cared

Was a beautiful baby boy, twenty rand taxi fare

And a cd of that beautiful song

That made everything seem right that was just so wrong

This is how she lost everything her parents had worked for

But there’s no talking on the dance floor.

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Wesley Pepper

Fine Artist Social Entrepreneur - I'm the piano player, composing my life's soundtrack. Mondego. If u want 2 put the world right, start with your self.. live your passion !!!!! `If you if you Fail to Plan, you Plan to Fail!!` words by My Late great Grand Father

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