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Dancing With Your Innuendos

Never Enough

By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 3 min read
Top Story - April 2025
Noir Art

VERSE ONE:

The sun falls through the window

Resting softly on your face

Your smile, an innuendo

That your lies cannot erase

You said don’t worry baby

I’m sure we’ll figure this thing out

But the truth is, what you say

Exposes what you're about

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CHORUS:

I guess it’s time to face the music

We don’t dance to the same beat

Your rhythms are confusing

And it seems, I've two left feet

So, we’re dancing with another

Even if it’s make believe

Seems we’re not meant for lovers

Wearing our hearts out on our sleeves

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VERSE TWO:

I'm stuck somewhere in wannabe

A place I made up in my dreams

When it cannot grasp reality

And makes a fool of me

I disappear into a dreamland

Where heartache is not allowed

Where the music takes me by the hand

And gets me lost inside the crowd

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CHORUS:

I guess it’s time to face the music

We don’t dance to the same beat

Your rhythms are confusing

And it seems, I've two left feet

So, we’re dancing with another

Even if it’s make believe

Seems we’re not meant for lovers

Wearing our hearts on our sleeves

*

BRIDGE:

I thought the beat would carry me awayyyy

I thought this dance was always meant to be

But your faithlessness got in the wayyyy

And baby now, it's to plain to see

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CHORUS:

I guess it’s time to face the music

We don’t dance to the same beat

Your rhythms are confusing

And it seems, I've two left feet

So, we’re dancing with another

Even if it’s make believe

Seems we’re not meant for lovers

Wearing our hearts on our sleeves

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VERSE THREE:

Our love, unveiled, like last call

When the lights come on at two

Clarity exposing every flaw

Unmasking me and you

Standing face to face, I realize

You're not the one for me

Cause real love opened my eyes

And that truth has set me free

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CHORUS:

I guess it’s time to face the music

We don’t dance to the same beat

Your rhythms are confusing

And it seems, I've two left feet

So, we’re dancing with another

Even if it’s make believe

Seems we’re not meant for lovers

Wearing our hearts on our sleeves

*

OUTRO:

You played the game and made me pay

Took it all, down to pocket change

It was just a loan, I heard you say

Using love to get your way

But now, I control the music, babe

And you'll be replaced, by end of day

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A/N

I've been listening to Hozier (again) a lot lately and these lyrics came to mind. I could hear this played in his style, or one similar. Below is the song I was playing as I wrote these words. Let me know what you hear....because that's the beauty with music, it plays itself differently to each of us.

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Thank you for taking the time to listen to my song.

The following is a poem I wrote, I hope you enjoy it.

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love left me feeling

paranormal

consumed my heart

nearly immortal

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when love for life

was falling from me

cut like a knife

completely empty

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evidence of life

carved on a canvas

etched in strife

helpless and hapless

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left on my skin

freckles and scars

without, within

displayed stretch marks

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storytelling with

inked tattoos

a major lift

in rhythmic blues

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a subtle change

expanding time

you rearrange

composing rhymes

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to keep my heart

walking the line

the one you carved

hiding your crime

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recovering

from the loss of love

delivering

a fatal drug

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many will try

many will crawl

asking love, why

we had to fall

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About the Creator

Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition

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    Written by Kelli Sheckler-Amsden