

DanceWe danced Well, we were to dance Under the sky on a moon lit night, Filled with every emotion but fright, Caught in the arms of a lovers grasp, Warmth like being covered in a sunny cast. Danced is what while waiting I did For the love of my lover to come and be bid You did not come and I was alone Dancing under a nights starry tone But strangely enough, I did not fear Even though you were never near The flow of the body Smooth motion in limbs Gives a sense of satisfaction Filling emotional whims I learned that night a most important thiDance


If it Were Like YouIf it Were Like You If the stars in the skyIf it Were Like You
Were as bright as your eyes I wouldnt be afraid of the dark. I guess then that its sad That as a young lad Ive never been out in the night. If there was a place With the beauty; your face Then forever I would stay there. I guess then that its sad That as a young lad That place has yet to be found. If the trees in the wind
Could sway like your limbs Then forever would I be dancing I guess then that its sad That as a young lad Ive never been able to dance.


The EndThe End A sweet smelling calm That covers everything Youre engulfed in warmth A new kind of safety Everything goes blackThe End
And then to blazing white A euphoric sensation That the fight is over Youve won And you take your reward.


A poem is a CowA Poem is a Cow A poem is a literary cow. Its feeding our brains. Even now! Provoking deep thought; If just a bit We roast them over, our mental spit. Some cultures give honor, to its wonderful air Giving them away as gifts After applying much care. The poem is the English cow. We get everything from them, Some way, some how.A poem is a Cow
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Freedom is just another word for nothing left to lose
I love you Madeline!
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Joss Whedon is my god.
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