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 wish not to love you much,
Only to love you well.
Much is but a quantity,
When I Die I Want Your Hands On My Eyes
When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved h
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
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
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
Memories are life's special moments
Borrowed from the passing of time.
Ghosts
Friendship is like life.
It goes away,
And comes again.
Fr
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In
God Sent Me You At A Moment In My Life
When He Knew I Needed A Companion
Only He
