A Lonely Dance
- Naomi Cohen
- Apr 2
- 1 min read
She dances around in her robe
Feeling grand in her humble abode
A cigarette in hand but she doesn’t smoke
She sips and she tokes
The room fills with smoke
The years have gone by
Her tears are now dry
And still she wonders why
She dances with pain
As she laughs in disdain
She grimaces again at the lies that he spoke
Her reflection is clear
Her love was too dear
She laughs with great cheer;
If all goes well
He’ll go to Hell.
