My tango shoes are old and red
They live in a cardboard box under my bed
I haven’t worn them in years
Afraid that they’ll bring lonely tears
But tonight I’m going out dancing
And hopefully, maybe romancing
I’ll pull on my little black dress
Put my hair up to avoid any stress
Then I'll put on my magic tango shoes
Tip-tap my way out of these blues
Click my red heels and grin wide
Dance my way out of the hurt inside
Twirl under the happy blue sky
Let these old shoes teach me to fly
Whether the beat is fast or slow
I'll find happiness in it, that I know
I'll break free of these daily chores
Forget this world of thieves and whores
And spin around on this dance floor
Until they all call "Encore!"
As I dance I'll spread the joy
And soon every girl and boy
Will be on their feet and dancing too
Then no-one will ever have to feel blue
Author notes
Bit happier than usual.
A contest entry
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Dancing helps heal the soul. Thanks for entering. whisper
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First of all, thank you for entering my contest. I really appreciate it, and I wish you the best!
this is beautiful. It made me think of the things that make me feel happy. happy reminders. this is marvelous. THank you so much for entering inside of my contest. -
Wow. This was really nice to read. It cheered me up out of my blues.
'Dance my way out of the hurt inside'
I love the rhyme in this, and the flow. It's really well written from beginning to end.
I could relate to this poem... in a weird way. But it wouldn't be shoes I use.
'but sometimes it won't work so I giv up.' - Never give up. Just write.
skitza
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Tango! Tango! isnt it the greatest of all dances?I really do like this poem ...
''Dance my way out of the hurt inside
Twirl under the happy blue sky
Let these old shoes teach me to fly
Whether the beat is fast or slow
I'll find happiness in it, that I know''
Dancing they say is the language of the spirit....that spirit so trapped in our body until it leaves until we die...
Dance! Dance away my friend ...dance away your pain...dance away your blues....dance away life...
And keep pening like this
Gr8 write!
*YoRgO*
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