They call me crazy, the way I dance.
The way I step matching the keys they play.
I like it anywhere, but on the hard floor, light on it, that is the best.
Bare foot always, cloth in hand.
Sing me a song.
Play me a tune.
Feel 'my' beat, match me...
Both of our rythmes, "catch me if you can."
Two different things make harmony.
We could do it on stage, you and I -me and you. No audience.
Let me show off to no one, to darkness.
Seeing my stage light nothing.
My star that shines to empty chairs, reaching empty chairs.
You could turn me into someone else, if you want.
I know I'm turning you.
And that is why you call me crazy.
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Behind My Eyes
PoetryA posting of every poem that I've ever written ...in continuation, as I write new things and express myself. Experience everything that lies behind my eyes. I am not very active on this site and only have used it to draw out my talents and express...
