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.
Sometimes you have to push yourself just to get out of bed.
You stay up 'til 2 am just wi
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Why Did I Break Up With The Guy I Love?
You poison me with your eyes,
Your lips curving, drawing me in.
How can you trust
We didn't grow up together.
We didn't start as friends.
When we first got togethe
When your heart suddenly feels
light, excited, at ease.
When you feel like your h
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I see a sea of faces,
many I have never met,
but yet I feel compassion for them.<
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
If Four Is A Party This Is A Public Party
I have one too many personalities,
I don't know which one is me,
So if I'm nice a
