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.
For so long, I wished for the day.
The day that our love would find its way.
From
She has a special way
Of turning around my terrible day.
She makes all the bad th
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
have you ever had a kiss
that took you on a bliss
and left you with shaking knees
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
He's tired of the pain.
He's tired of every lie.
He's tired of the countless nigh
She is unique.
Every time I see her
I just can't seem to know how to speak.
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
