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 see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
Get that nit comb through those strands,
This lice lotion best of brands,
Naught
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so caref
Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not con
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
I want to live in a world
where nobody is afraid
to fall in love
or admit
I was given a smile the other day
From someone who passed me on their way.
I wasn
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
All doggies go to heaven (or so I've been told).
They run and play along the streets of G
We sat
And talked
About nothing
I looked
Into
Your eyes
