I thought you were always my loving friend.
Our bond flourished throughout a dancing art,
You were someone who I can comprehend;
A friend who cared with all of her warm heart.
Sadly, what was found is now lost in pride.
You thought dancing was a contesting game.
Your ascent of jealous fear made you snide.
Maybe you desired a hint of fame.
As we performed, your curt smile killed me.
Your denouncement of my true expression
Defiled my dreams of a pure destiny.
Now, I break this tie with a confession,
You scorn my nice heart with a dueling song,
I remain sound to my friend who was wrong.