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.
Time doesn’t heal wounds
to make you forget.
It doesn’
We've all been through thick.
We've all been through thin.
We've all been to the
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
There's just so much about
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
His underwear is hanging on the lamp.
Hi
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
I'd give all I have to stay yours,
for you are everything I adore.
You open up th
Be The Best Of Whatever You Are
If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,
Be a scrub in the valley
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
