Our Dance
They say our dance
Was beautiful.
We were graceful,
And peaceful.
Wouldn't it kill them
To know that it
Was anything but?
If they looked
Beyond appearances
They would have
Seen wills clashing,
The whispers of
Harsh words,and
Violent reminders.
They would have
Seen us battle for
Dominace as we
Twirled acrossed that
Dance floor.
That tug that
They saw as loving
On my long hair
Was really a pull
Forcing me to stare
Into your eyes
As we clashed.
The hand on my
Back looked gentle
To everyone else
But was pressing
Me as close
As I could be to you.
My arms wrapped
Around your neck,
A lover's embrace
My friends sigh,
Was really a chokehold
My fingers at the nape
Of your neck, playing
With the collar of
Your shirt was really
My nails bitting into
Your flesh.
A draw was
The outcome to
That violent dance,
And the words' Beautiful',
'Peaceful', and 'Graceful'
Whirled past our ears.
If only the knew
The truth.
A/N : tell me what you think and who you pictured out on the dance floor. I pictured Lily and James.