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.
Nothing Like A Fifth Grade Crush
There's nothing like a fifth-grade crush.
When you see that girl it's such a rush.
<For you, I open my gate
And wish that you were here,
But you live in another stat
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers
"Hope" is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune
My heart literally hurts.
My chest is in pain.
Life without you
Will neve
Let me sing you a love song
About what I feel in my heart;
Butterflies can't find
I start my journey on having faith
That someday I'll find my day
I know this day
