We have surely been here before. Standing this way, swaying to the beat. You leading me, me following you, as best I can. Your steps are quick and precise, mine slow and off beat. But you smile all the same, you tell me I am the one who is good at this. When we both know it's you. I know that you are the expert, the one who can move without thinking. Your feet perfectly in time, your movements quick and nimble, your body graceful and beautiful.
What do I look like next to you. Do I seem regular in comparison. Am I awkward and out of place at your side, with your arm curled around me. If only we could be more in balance, we could stand side by side and seem similar. But you will always out shine, though I must say, I hope you always do. I don't want to be the one to destroy your beauty. I don't want to be the one who causes you to lose you grace, and fall. I want to be the one who stands beside you, my hand in yours, waiting to catch you if you should trip.
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