My inner tango

I am better off dancing through the tough times and the pain,
Singing dark and stormy,
my lyrics are mine through the pattering rain,
My ballads aren’t for the weak,
Tragic and mournfully sweet,
Beautiful as her sad sad eyes,
Soft and lustfully divine,
I two step and waltz,
through my waning desperation,
Knowing it will all be fine one day,
My smile, maybe just a mask,
Or my battle armor, completely
Intact.

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