Grown-up Waltz

By Robert Andersson Hi my darling, how was your day? What happened at work, is your boss okay? Let’s avoid what I think, and continue pretend, It’s partially cloudy and I hate your best friend – Don’t say ‘can we talk’, I’m not ready to hear, What I already know, I’m in angst and fear Do not risk our present, do not risk our past, Let me keep my belief, that we can outlast – I love you, by the weight of my heart, I don’t want to risk, our present and our past I wish I dared to tell

By Robert Andersson

Illustration: Amelie Lutz

Hi my darling, how was your day?

What happened at work, is your boss okay?

Let’s avoid what I think, and continue pretend,

It’s partially cloudy and I hate your best friend

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Don’t say ‘can we talk’, I’m not ready to hear,

What I already know, I’m in angst and fear

Do not risk our present, do not risk our past,

Let me keep my belief, that we can outlast

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I love you, by the weight of my heart,

I don’t want to risk, our present and our past

I wish I dared to tell you all,

I hope it will not be our fall

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When I tried to tell you the situation,

I couldn’t control my hesitation

I pushed for the words that wouldn’t come out,

I crashed inside with scream and shout

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Gestures are numb, and air is thick,

The wall can fall, by one more brick

Rumbling news to avoid the cold, 

The TV fills the frighting void

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The leader of some prominent land,

Accuses a college, of deceitful hand

What is true and what is false?

Shall we dance, the Grown-up Waltz?

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I read your text, that you meet another,

If that were true, why would I bother

Last night you cried, for forgiveness and love, 

Roll in the mud, as a forgotten glove

Deep in the bathroom mirror I look,

I won the game, you’re on my hook

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I take you home, but hold you on distance,

Keep you hanging, break down resistance

Your consciousness, soon has dried,

Do you even know I lied?

You still believe, your thoughts are free,

I cultivate minds, you’re my bonsai tree

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Your smile can cause the world to faint,

With lips of an angel, and eyes of a saint

You always say those words of pleasure,

You always act with cold-heart measure

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I gave you my word, to always be faithful,

Be honest and kind, but you are disgraceful

I cannot leave, and I cannot stay,

For your love, with freedom I pay

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Gestures are numb, and air is thick,

The wall can fall, by one more brick

Another prophet on the TV cries,

That honesty is but the sum of lies

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Are prophets wise, or are there still hope,

Can we be better, avoid our slope?

Are we true, or are we false?

Shall we dance, the Grown-up Waltz?