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Keeping the Beat
Feelings of the heart
sit well within my head,
Sometimes we dance real slow,
Sometimes she takes me to bed.
She makes the path
that drives me on.
Banging the drums
that keep me beating.
A little bit small
A little bit cute,
She makes my day
In lacy numbers or suits.
Her laughter filters down
To lift my spirits.
No need for sorrow,
no need to frown.
She's not my baby
But i dont mind.
I dont pray for the day
Her eyes
Her smile
Her spirit
Make me smile,
Make it ok.
sit well within my head,
Sometimes we dance real slow,
Sometimes she takes me to bed.
She makes the path
that drives me on.
Banging the drums
that keep me beating.
A little bit small
A little bit cute,
She makes my day
In lacy numbers or suits.
Her laughter filters down
To lift my spirits.
No need for sorrow,
no need to frown.
She's not my baby
But i dont mind.
I dont pray for the day
Her eyes
Her smile
Her spirit
Make me smile,
Make it ok.
Published 11th Jan 2013
| Edited 13th Jan 2013
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12th Jan 2013 6:37am
I really like this, and it leaves just enough mystery and intrigue to twist my mind and imagine the fork in the road and being unsure of which direction this poem is supposed to lead me.
12th Jan 2013 7:44am
