Melancholy Poems about Dancing and Dating

At The Dance Place

At the dance place, there are so many men
So many men, disposable as gen
Lose one, get another one in lieu
There is so much out there, so much new

But when I went to the bathroom, in the privacy of my stall
I felt like crying, I didn't feel good about it at all
All these men, there are just too many
And in the end, there really aren't any.

When a Man Stops Calling

When a man lets me go, he does it quietly
He doesn't think a speech is necessary
(We were never a couple, after all
We just had a few dates, then hit a wall)

And because only time will let me know
That he'll never call, he has let me go,
I must wait for a few days
Letting my hope rise and wane like waves.

There Will Be Others

Sometimes a dance is so great
You want to dance with him again and again!
But when the song is over, he thanks you
And leaves you standing there. And then
Other guys come and they dance well too
Teaching you there will always be other men.

It's Not Even a Breakup

He wasn't your boyfriend, why should he be missed?
Silly girl, how you are emotionally bonding
To a man you haven't even kissed.
Now turn around, and when the next guy comes, start responding.

Good Riddance, He Was A Rake

When dancers ask me for my number
I ask them if they are Christian
And that usually ends it then and there

But this time the man's face lit up
He gave me high five and said, "Yes I am!"
We spoke of Jesus and he seemed to care

He called me later and we talked for hours
And then his speech dissolved into lust
He was a dissolute man, to my disbelief

"I thought you were a Christian" I said
And he answered, "But I'm a man too"
When that man left, all I felt was relief

Moving On

When a man stops pursuing, I stand alone in dismay.
Then I do a strong thing: I turn around. And walk away.

Walking away is so hard! If you only knew!
And I won't get acknowledged for this strong thing that I do.
Not from the guy; I'm crossed off his list.
Not from my friends; they don't know he exists.

Not a soul on this earth knows why I feel lonely today.
But tomorrow I will awake, under a bright sun ray.
I'll cook breakfast, fill my thermos with tea
And take it to work, a new day ahead of me.