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.
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
It's the way you say I love you and the way you hold my hand.
There's just so much about
I live in most, if not all, children.
Many teenagers neglect me, and usually, all adults
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
