Dance with me
Oh siren of suicide
To the lovely beat of my heart
By the click of your heel, we waltz away
Beautifully paired with what's left of my soul
Spin your dress
While I drool and obsess
Over the song you sing sweetly to me
Oh how I'm impressed with the curve of your breast ever so close to mine
I can not begin to address how you careen and caress your hand up to my face
I am just a mess about how I obsess to see you scantily clad in lace
Yet pay that no mind as our love intertwines with my hand running thru your hair
As I look in your eyes to see no disguise
That our love was always there
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Perfectly Imperfect
PoetryThe sickness expelled from the heart of a man who thought he was finally good enough to be loved. God may have other plans but that doesn't mean he can't mourn the loss of his best friend and lover. Eternally etched into the screen of some computer...
