Twirling.

Silence fills the room,
As you twirl me across the floor,
It's our turn now,
And heads turn to see the show.

The spotlight is on,
And heads are turning,
Whispers are flying,
Your grip is tightening,
But your face is dispearing.

The music stops,
And your face is appearing,
But your grip won't let go.

The announcer comes on,
And we walk off the dance floor,
Your hand still harsh,
You whisper in my ear,
Your voice is firm with anger.

"WINNER!"
We won,
But your not happy,
You didn't like the way I danced,
Nor the way I loved you,
You are not the man I fell for,
Your the man I settled for.

The room is spinning,
And my mind is twirling,
As my world turns upside down.