Dance
He doesn't even know,
That when he danced with me,
It was the best part of my life,
That when we danced,
It was like magic
That he couldn't feel.
It's what makes me fall asleep,
When my mind is too restless,
And my body is too tired.
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| What You Said | 0 | 11/11/2009 |
| What I Have To Do | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Can't Even See Me | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Dance | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Haunted Eyes | 0 | 10/29/2009 |
| Unfinished Poem | 0 | 10/07/2009 |
| You're NOT | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| Hurt | 0 | 08/12/2009 |
| You Say | 0 | 07/15/2009 |
| Little Girl | 0 | 07/15/2009 |
| Don't Hold Back | 2 | 07/15/2009 |
| If You Saw | 2 | 07/15/2009 |
| Pushed Away | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| Misunderstood | -2 | 05/15/2009 |
| Fade | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| I Won't | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| Little Girl | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| Don't Hold Back | 0 | 05/15/2009 |
| Bottle It Up | 1 | 04/19/2009 |
| Quiet | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
| Her Smiles Don't Last | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
| Night Creature | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
| My Sister Always Told Me | 0 | 03/18/2009 |
| Never Perfect Enough | 0 | 03/17/2009 |
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