Thursday, January 10, 2013

Slow Dancing In a Burning Room...


I could watch the sky from a distance
and never belong
stuck like all those dreamers
who slept too long
Id rather follow your scent, blindly
than risk not being in your arms,
and I'l hope the waves will hold me,
and tomorrow never comes.
And It's so beautiful, how your waist fits,
that groove right there,
the hand that's sliding round my hip,
the one that tousles my hair.
The fire lighting up your eyes,
the one that's circling the room.
And I'l swing as I hold my breath,
save the air that's left for you.
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And we'l wait slow dancing,
in a burning room
cause I'm too scared to get outta here
and keep living without you.
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2 comments:

Juliana Mendes said...

It's good to see new poems, it's been a long time since I've read one. Your words are still as beautiful as I remember.

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Oh, god... You and Aazar rewinding my memory! Hahahahaha
I saw a link on his blog to my old and abandoned blog and now I come to your and see another link! So many memories lost...

Honey, I made a new blog for myself, if you could sweetly exchange the old link to the new one, I'd appreciate. and no, I wont kill you at all.

Rainchild said...

I changed it to the one attached to this id,,if its different send to it me..mail or post here.

It feels much nicer to see your comments on mine than actually writing them. Feels like the old days.