Night Fallen

So this blog was meant to be totally private but I got talked into letting it be public, please don't let me regret that. A lot of my poetry is really dark and depressing but that is because I tapped into that particular emotion when writing it. It does NOT mean that I am depressed or anything of the sort. Keep that in mind. This is a run off from theamazingstaci.blogspot.com and because of that it is still written and copyrighted to and by The Amazing Staci. My work is really important to me, it is how I express myself when I can't just break down and cry, or tell someone how I feel. A lot of this stuff just comes to me but it does serve a purpose to help us as human beings to become better as individuals. Love you all I hope you enjoy what I write. =) Tell me what you think via comment. I LOVE COMMENTS! They help The Amazing Staci Stay Amazing. :D So please help me stay Amazing.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Dance Partner

I wrote this this morning. It just came to me and I used as much of it as I could for my Gmail status. Let me know what you think. (Yeah I know it rhymes and then doesn't so it does not flow very well but I don't care. It is still art.)

I dance the dance of my heart.
A dance that no one else is willing to dance with me,
It is as if they are afraid of the way I move,
Knowing they can't keep up,
Or stay in step with the beat,
No they can't take the pressure,
Nor the heat.
I dance this dance alone,
With feet flowing like a river,
And tears flowing just the same,
It is amazing that I am the only one who can do this,
and Suddenly another steps up to the plate,
He sweeps me off my feet,
Dancing perfectly to the beat,
Moving in such a way I can't breathe,
He wraps me up in his arms like a blanket,
Warming me just the same,
I know he is the right one,
Just by the way his breath drives me insane.
It is amazing how he knows this song,
Yet it has never been written down,
Nor played by anyone else,
I can't stand to look away from that face,
It is pulling me to him,
Holding me in my place,
We flow through the room
Like dust in the air
Moving, and sweeping as the grass in the wind
The smell of him is intoxicating,
Making is harder to breathe,
Yet it would be a crime not to let it flow through my nostrils,
The passion of the dance makes it impossible to stop,
Like asking the ocean to be silent,
I know this dance, for it comes from my heart,
And I ask him how he knows it, his answer is the same,
So I have finally found my dancing partner,
The world is about to change.

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