Dance

Smothered with expressions of hate,
Eyes stare from every direction,
The world begins to triangulate,
Everything breaks from one infection,

Her black hair and dark brown eyes,
The way she moved on the dance floor,
All of this was meant for disguise,
It was something never seen before,

The way the music flowed in the air,
It was another world on its own,
She continued to dance without care,
Then her true colors were shown,

There were three steps to her dance,
I'm the fool who wanted the chance...