Dancing Queen
Dancing Queen,
Dance with me,
Let me see,
Your waltzing eyes.
Please be mine.
I feel your breath,
Upon my neck,
And it makes me stretch
Again, to those precious eyes.
I feel the calm,
Before the storm,
And yet, I want
To feel the waves and rain.
Rhythm Flood me away.
*twindles off*
p.s. umm. moderators, i'm sorry, i just wanted to post this, and i'm not even sure if i can continue it. so, let me know, or come at me with a hatchet screaming "GO AWAY!" yeah, let me know on that....
oh and feedback would be swell from actual, poetic people, unlike yours truly. I am *not* a poet, just wrote this out of nowhere, and wanted some feedback and alike....
-elizabeth (the talkative-too-much-for-her-own-good-one)
Last night in sweet slumber I dreamed I did see my own precious jewel sat smiling by me.
And when I awakened I found it not so; my eyes like some fountain with tears overflowed.