The Last Dance
Will you dance with me tonight?
I don't have rhythm
I have two left feet
But I'll follow your lead
Swing, swing, swing
If I fall will you catch me?
The moonlight can guide us through the dark
The cold will allow our embraces to last longer
When the symbol of my femininity has fallen
Remind me how beautiful I am
And I will remind you how much I love you
I'm weak on my feet now that the leaves have fallen
It seems like just seconds ago, we were walking endlessly in the hot summer nights
Where did our time go?
Carry me to bed now that my strength is gone
Before I take my leave, promise to look forward
From time to time, I will say hello
Perhaps I'll gently tap your shoulder when you're waiting alone in line
Or ignite the fire in the fireplace so the warmth of the flames remind you of me.
Will you dance with me my last dance on Earth?
I promise when you meet me, I will give you your first dance in Heaven.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Poem # 3
Daydream
If I close my eyes, I see everything
The pitch black room is suddenly filled with flashes of bright colors
The walls are non-existent
And even the man who makes you nervous suddenly becomes your best friend
Suddenly, you can dance
The movement of your hips are in sync with his
There is no turning back now from this ephemeral bliss
Your sleek straight hair falls into place
As he caresses your bronzed, glowy skin
He is the man standing in the moonlight
He puts the star in starlight
And all the world is lit
If I close my eyes, I see everything
The pitch black room is suddenly filled with flashes of bright colors
The walls are non-existent
And even the man who makes you nervous suddenly becomes your best friend
Suddenly, you can dance
The movement of your hips are in sync with his
There is no turning back now from this ephemeral bliss
Your sleek straight hair falls into place
As he caresses your bronzed, glowy skin
He is the man standing in the moonlight
He puts the star in starlight
And all the world is lit
Monday, July 1, 2013
Poem #2: The Lady in Pink
The Lady in Pink
She doesn't say very much
Her soft whispers are sometimes hard to hear
But her eyes say enough to make you feel
Special.
The clacker of her pink heels
The natural tint of pink on her lips
The rosy pink color on her cheeks
Was enough to make anyone go mad
NO man could understand
Why her smile ignited a passion inside.
She was the flame,
and they, they were the
Candle.
Her every move left everyone perplexed and in awe.
Her hair in the moonlight could cause such a disturbance
Where sleepless hearts couldn't rest until seeing her once more.
When she walked by
her cherry blossom scent
intoxicated the room
Every man was in love
with her golden smile
with her provocative thoughts
and her steadfast love
If only they knew...
That her universe was filled with doubt, insecurities, and a fragile heart.
So fragile that she felt undeserving of love.
Her pink heels, her rosy cheeks, and her tinted lips, were all beautiful
But when she looked in the mirror, she was never...
Satisfied.
She always saw a broken glass, but all they saw was the delicate beauty in pink.
She doesn't say very much
Her soft whispers are sometimes hard to hear
But her eyes say enough to make you feel
Special.
The clacker of her pink heels
The natural tint of pink on her lips
The rosy pink color on her cheeks
Was enough to make anyone go mad
NO man could understand
Why her smile ignited a passion inside.
She was the flame,
and they, they were the
Candle.
Her every move left everyone perplexed and in awe.
Her hair in the moonlight could cause such a disturbance
Where sleepless hearts couldn't rest until seeing her once more.
When she walked by
her cherry blossom scent
intoxicated the room
Every man was in love
with her golden smile
with her provocative thoughts
and her steadfast love
If only they knew...
That her universe was filled with doubt, insecurities, and a fragile heart.
So fragile that she felt undeserving of love.
Her pink heels, her rosy cheeks, and her tinted lips, were all beautiful
But when she looked in the mirror, she was never...
Satisfied.
She always saw a broken glass, but all they saw was the delicate beauty in pink.
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