They dance
The perfect couple.
That's what everyone saw.
How?
How could they see anything else?
Blinded by the flurry of high school drama,
They dance.
Ears filled with promises made a million a minute just to forget the next day.
They dance.
They see each other and they see love. They see all their hopes and dreams in the eyes of another.
And they dance.
They see promise and hope and love. They see nothing but sunshine and bliss.
So they dance.
The fools follow the steps, one by one, just like so many others. The fools claim to see the world when they see but a patch of land.
Still they dance.
Their passion coloring everything.
But still they dance.
Who could predict? Who could know?
They couldn't. They didn't.
But they don't care;
They see eternity in the other's eyes,
As they dance.
But then the music fades
Sheltered by their love, they see the beauty of the sunset and dream dreams.
Only to cry as the night falls and they fall into the nightmare.
Then they break,
As couples tend to do.
Love is fleeting.
Through they hope for a miracle
It does not come.
Instead they drift.
Small at first, as friends but nothing more.
Time passes more.
Further they drift,
But a memory.
Families start,
Only a story to tell.
A class reunion,
Just an awkward glance.
But then the music plays again.
And they rise.
And take their lovers in their arms.
And they dance.
Though a dance floor separates them, they see each other's eyes once more.
And they smile,
As they dance.
After much struggle, this was born. Perhaps a more realistic view of the perfect high school love?