Who do you think you are?
Waltzing across my heart?
Leaving your shoe prints all over it
The soles of your shoes leaving impressions on the red tenderness where love is kept
You tromp through the corridors of my heart
Your feet leaving a wake of addictive pain
I cannot live with out you burning your imprint upon my heart
But there is no living with it either
My heart yearns for your painful presence when you are gone
But it revolts against the idea of you prancing around inside the sacred walls while you are near
There is no secret key to my heart
No perfect sequence of steps to make me open up to the pain
I will forever and always be at war with you and your waltz.
Sep 6, 2011
Sep 6, 2011 at 3:54 AM UTC
Who do you think you are?
Waltzing across my heart?
Leaving your shoe prints all over it
The soles of your shoes leaving impressions on the red tenderness where love is kept
You tromp through the corridors of my heart
Your feet leaving a wake of addictive pain
I cannot live with out you burning your imprint upon my heart
But there is no living with it either
My heart yearns for your painful presence when you are gone
But it revolts against the idea of you prancing around inside the sacred walls while you are near
There is no secret key to my heart
No perfect sequence of steps to make me open up to the pain
I will forever and always be at war with you and your waltz.
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