I request a dance,
though I am not very good.
I tend to stumble, I have no rhythm.
Maybe I should just retire to reading books.

What could possible entrance me enough to go away,
with someone who fell in love with me?
Will it be captivating eyes or hypnotizing charm
that pulls me back every time a pull away?
Maybe someday I will know.

I am often left speechless by the things people say.
The words drip off their tongues as thick as cement or a smooth as milk.
Every lie and every truth, all said the same.
Stumbling or slick, others engulf it.
I love to listen to the words they say.

Sometimes I wish I could **** a man.
Or a woman, I don't discriminate.
To feel the blood on my hands would be lovely.
After, I would probably weep.

These things I think prance in my mind.
One thought devouring another.
The process of how I think is my own.
But you can join me on my journey of whatnot.