We dance circles around each other.
Making eye contact now and then.
Smiling, giggling like 2-year-olds.
Making flirty remarks to each other.
We promise.
We try not to fall.
But in the end one of us does.
In our little dance of love.
Usually me.
And you're never there to catch me.
Like a good partner should.
I hit the floor.
And I hit it hard.
I pick myself up, dust myself off,
and we start the dance over again.
Brown Eyes
I've always used words to describe him
Losing The Best Part Of Me
We fight we struggle
A Voice Behind
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
Lessons Taught
Sit up straight, speak with grace
Our Mysterious Love
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
Life Circle..
When I am born, you are here
Being A Friend
We have something that holds us together,
If You Think
If you think you can reach the sky,
What Faith Can Do
Fueling your faith
What A Mean Of Friendship
A good friend is someone