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.
Pen and paper are my tools
To tell you "good job" or to call you a fool.
My prais
Give me your loving,
give me your heart,
give me everything we won't be apart.
If you must go, then go for a while
Remember that the first step is a hard traveled mile.
We've all been through thick.
We've all been through thin.
We've all been to the
There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's abou
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
