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.
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
I've always used words to describe him
In my mind.
I guess that's why I've found
It's done and it's over
I'm through with misery
No more sadness
No more y
If one name is but a glimpse of their soul
Then we are simple machines on cruise control<
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that
It's the touch that gives you comfort.
It's the touch that makes you feel.
It's s
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
