Smooth jazz playing the background,
He spins her round and round.
While we sit there, in the candlelight
A classic black dress, and a shirt bright white.
Like characters of a film noir,
We soak in the beautiful soir.
You sip your whiskey neat,
and stare into my eyes,
and enjoy watching my heart skip a beat.
I wonder if this moment here
will we ever be this way again?
So far yet so near.
Far, because your eyes are drunk on liquor
My eyes, drunk on something stronger
in the dim lights they flicker.
This moment here, you ruin its beauty
with your casual nonchalance,
And I, with my hopes pinned on a doomed romance.
So we celebrate this evening,
with some faux discussions.
My heart now wary, for I know the repercussions.
I fall nonetheless, for the music was intoxicating
as were your eyes and lies.
We watch the city lights and I wonder
if you notice my shy smile
I wonder if you noticed, it was missing for a while.
I wait for you to say the words
that would make my fairy tale come true
But guess you meant it
when you said you never knew how to woo.
As the night comes to an end, the tears flow down my cheeks
I shall dream of this evening for weeks.
But tomorrow, you shall forget my love,
For your eyes, didn’t have the same shine.
Come tomorrow, don’t worry about my broken heart,
My darling, it has endured a lot, it shall presumably be fine.
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