The Dance
He dances with an Angel,
as she trips on his toes.

Tears streaming down her cheeks,
she fears that everybody knows.

He holds her tighter,
catches a glimpse of their shadows
and whispers in her ear,
this is what you chose.

You can’t hide your wings
under all those fancy clothes
and my horns were never hidden
they were constantly exposed.

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