Ballroom

Ghosts of loves yet to be
They burn like fire and ice
In this dark ballroom
The stars will kiss you twice
So many times dancing
In the desperate of night
Haunting this ballroom
Like a runaway bride
Searching for the treasure
The heat of ruby lips
To find shelter in
The warmth of touching hips
The stars will kiss you
If I could turn into one
In this room so safe from
Rays of a new Rising Sun

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