that-one-dancer

You move me Pull all the emotions out of the dark recesses Of my heart You move me Like my dads feet under mine making me twirl   Around the kitchen You move me Like the national newscast just plays those sad stories with Almost no emotions For fear that their tears will reflect  mine (And that would be bad for ratings) You move me Like my first kiss stopped time for just a bit and then lost seconds Slammed back in to me like a flock of butterflies You move me Like the Beatles moved a revolution Like my feet move but sometimes stumble over themselves Or up the stairs And try to cover up my clumsiness with a quick side

True love needs a little duct-tape. Leaning on walls, pretending they're you. Optimism is my form of praying. Thoughtful sins of a mindless life. Your pain is his daily vitamin. Unwritten sorrows of a jealous raindrop. A tender love; a vacant eye. A desperate mending with a touch. Princes sleep peacefully; kings do not. Continence of a dead mans pocket.

Ready or not here he comes searching Finding clues to where you might be larking Fold on top of yourself, trying not to be seen A creature is hunting us this Halloween Our heart beats are a dead give away All we wanted was to come out and play Now as we crouch, faces paled with fear We hear the wheezing coming near Fighting the need for breath as every second passes Wishing we hadn't strayed from the masses This fun loving game should not be played after dark Hide and seek under the harvest moon is always a death mark.