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By hollywoodfox Date: 2005 Jun 25 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.25.00.20.8878]] |
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The stale air in my throat is caught As I hold my breath, waiting for Your next move. My pounding heartbeat seems to be A continuous drumroll, with no coherent rhythm and too much anticipation. Hours go by unnoticed as we Pour through the very music that makes our souls dance. One song, two songs, Then 274. We can't stop now, things are just getting good. Have you put this one on yet? No? Okay, I'll get it. You tell me I'll love this one. I impetuously ask you why? Do you think you know me? Your eyes sparkle as you give me that look. (You know which one.) By and by, we run out of choices, and sit back to Listen to our conglomerate of tunes. But by then, the moment is over. We have grown-up things to do now. A car to fix. A birthday to shop for. A friendship to preserve exactly as it is. I smile when you share things with me. I like to feel included in your life. Let's never go away. |