By Syeeda Briddell
“Dance with me,” these were the first words you said
By my heart I let myself be led.
I should have known though, a dance is never just a dance
And from his arm I steal a glimpse at every chance
“Walk with me,” and you took my hand
I felt so small in your loving land
I should have known though, a walk is never just a walk
And so now when I look into his eyes, guilt burns my throat like swallowing chalk
“Run with me,” and you held me so I wouldn’t fall
A fool was I, for answering your call
For a run is never just a run
And so, my feelings for you couldn’t be undone
“Come with me,” to words spoke so softly I had to say no,
It would be wrong of me to be his, and let my true feelings show
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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