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.
Love. Is that what I crave?
If it is, then why can't I find it?
Hate. Does that m
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
I hope you find
the one who quiets
the screams.
I hope you find
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I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
If you awake to one more dreary day,
an empty heart with empty hours to kill,
rem
Who are you?
Where is the guy that I once knew?
Where did my friend go
an
God blessed me one sunny day.
He sent me an angel from so far away
To love and he
You came to me when you were sad
And I was stupid to take you back
I thought you
You're the one I most admire
with great intentions and loving desires.
Passion an
