22 November, 2009

Thoughts in Tapdance

You tiptoe in
No stranger to my thoughts
A smile you drop
A whisper shuffles through
Mind marauder
Will you never stop?

I don't muster the will
To look through you
Your courage always
Willing me to fail
Crumbling before
the inevitable chase.

We dance around
Naïve, blissful fools
I sigh content
Never did unease
Seem so tremendous
So terribly spent

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