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Walking on Air
I'm walking all around you,
On the tips of my toes
I'm afraid if I say or do the wrong thing,
Then you're gonna explode!
And now...
There doesn't seem to be any way out...
I'd give you all, anything!
If you'd just give me a sign,
Because it seems to me,
I'm running out of time...
I've got to know...
I've got to know!
Take this little piece of my heart,
That I give you
If you give it back,
Then I know our love's not true!
There are so many times,
When I feel like I'm walking on air
But then, there other times when I feel,
Like I'm not there...
And that's not fair!
I look for the hints you leave,
In casual conversation
But I'm afraid to ask you what they mean,
You might give in to your reservations!
And now...
There doesn't seem to be any way out...
I'd give you all, anything!
If you would be mine
Because it seems to me,
I am running out of time!
I've got to know, I've got to know!
Take this little piece of my heart,
That I give you
If you give it back,
Then I know our love's not true!
There are so many times,
When I feel like I'm walking on air
But then, there are other times when I feel
Like I'm not there...
That's not fair!
I wish that I could freeze time,
And hold it in my hand
Look at you from all directions,
To help me understand
Who you are...
Why you seem so close to me,
And still so far!
Still so far...
Take this......!
Little piece of my heart,
That I give you
That I give you...
If you give it back,
Then I know our love's not true!
There are so many time,s
When I feel like I'm walking on air
But when I turn around,
You aren't there!
You aren't there...
And that's not fair...
No, that's not fair
I wish you were with me everywhere...
jlp September 19, 2008-Revised January 9, 2009
I'm walking all around you,
On the tips of my toes
I'm afraid if I say or do the wrong thing,
Then you're gonna explode!
And now...
There doesn't seem to be any way out...
I'd give you all, anything!
If you'd just give me a sign,
Because it seems to me,
I'm running out of time...
I've got to know...
I've got to know!
Take this little piece of my heart,
That I give you
If you give it back,
Then I know our love's not true!
There are so many times,
When I feel like I'm walking on air
But then, there other times when I feel,
Like I'm not there...
And that's not fair!
I look for the hints you leave,
In casual conversation
But I'm afraid to ask you what they mean,
You might give in to your reservations!
And now...
There doesn't seem to be any way out...
I'd give you all, anything!
If you would be mine
Because it seems to me,
I am running out of time!
I've got to know, I've got to know!
Take this little piece of my heart,
That I give you
If you give it back,
Then I know our love's not true!
There are so many times,
When I feel like I'm walking on air
But then, there are other times when I feel
Like I'm not there...
That's not fair!
I wish that I could freeze time,
And hold it in my hand
Look at you from all directions,
To help me understand
Who you are...
Why you seem so close to me,
And still so far!
Still so far...
Take this......!
Little piece of my heart,
That I give you
That I give you...
If you give it back,
Then I know our love's not true!
There are so many time,s
When I feel like I'm walking on air
But when I turn around,
You aren't there!
You aren't there...
And that's not fair...
No, that's not fair
I wish you were with me everywhere...
jlp September 19, 2008-Revised January 9, 2009
Literature
Love in the Air
I cried again today with a smile,
In silence of the darkest of clouds.
So I dreamed about you,
And wrote to you in ways I realized I have never done before.
I closed my eyes again today with a smile,
Trying to savor the love I know you have for me,
How much you mean to me,
And hoping that you'd understand tonight with a touch of your hand over my chest.
Literature
stroll billings never alone
six o' clock
came and went
as, hours apart,
we shuffled
towards sunset
still stalking
suburban streets
the ever present stranger
'til you bring out
the best in me
roadside
littered
with fallen leaves
life & death
puffs of breath
the silken stretch
of dandelion
seeds
mountain skyline
scraping some city
blue
while my footsteps
map & mark the spots
where I'm supposed to
be (with you)
pickpocket snapshot
scribbling
features fine
exhaled air to fill
the hollows where
your hand
isn't
wrapped in mine
find me (please)
walking home
hope in heart
all held up
by a half-
wrote poem
Literature
Free
Do not deny yourself
the ability to be free;
free from worry about
what others think and do;
free from care about
what doesnt concern you.
Freedom to do what you want,
when you want,
with whom you want.
Freedom of choice,
of religion,
of sex,
of self.
Be what you want to be
when you want to be it.
For no reason,
make a paper hat
and go out and wear it,
telling everyone you meet
that it is in celebration
of a life you have
yet to live.
Or be free to do nothing
about everything.
Let yourself be
free;
simply be free.
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This theme, "Walking on eggshells" ( If I understood her right), was suggested by ~werewolf-Moon
I thought it over, and the romantic in me came up with this: The uncertainty of a suitor, who doesn't know if he has been accepted, or rejected.
Enjoy.
I thought it over, and the romantic in me came up with this: The uncertainty of a suitor, who doesn't know if he has been accepted, or rejected.
Enjoy.
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