A beautiful torture, a delicate dance
If I want to even have a chance

Of how much affection to show, what to hold back
I don't know what you think, what feelings you lack
How much of what I think is real
Never knowing how you feel


Every now and then I look into your eyes
I see through the disguise
Other times your body language pushes me away
Keeping me at a distance, waiting in the gray

So I back off, not wanting to say things to soon
Not wanting what we have to lie in ruin
So I dance around the edges
Perouette around the wedges

Your passion shows me the way
For when we're alone, our hearts beat out the rhythm that our flesh moves to in the sway
I'm hoping that one day
Your lips speaks, to what your body already seems to say

Till then it's a beautiful torture, a delicate dance
Watching for the clues, if I even want a chance

We could never dance.
Look into each others eyes.
Holding hands.
Feeling your shoulder.
Your hand slides lower.
Music on the background.
Sounds so soothing.
Our hips moving slowly.
Sway to the rhythm of love.
Your position fits like a glove.
My body aches with longing.
Linger on your lips.
Tingling fingertips.
Magical dark night.
your silhouette shade
in moonlight.

My home is not where I live
it's inside somewhere vivid
where I truly feel like myself
and I miss it every single day.
The place where Jellyfish play
they're not just afloat, they sway
and for some unknown reason
they make me feel beautifully happy.
**I miss them.

Hello, my darkness,
I found you at last.
I stifled the blinding lights,
And delight in your soft kiss,
Your velvet cloak pooling in the corners,
And the soft silk touch of the moon
Glowing silver behind your eyelids,
And your fathomless depths
Bleed like ink, and I breathe you In like smoke,
out like water from the abyss.
You surround me with your touch,
you fill me, even as we cut delicate missteps
In the sweet, swaying, firey silence
For I am as mystified with your cool secrets,
As you lay entranced with my light.

I want to make you understand,
How you can make me sway,
With only a glance,
Of your cold dark eyes,
I'll sway to the beat of your heart,
Which races when I feel the hidden curves of your body,
And we'll sway together,
To the heart beat of the people.

You've got to move to the rhythm and sway
Let the sound wash your troubles away
Its your turn to seize the day
So swim in the rhythm and sway

Hold your arms out to catch the beat
Lose your self in the music retreat
Spin on your new light feet;
Have the bad pounded out by the beat

Its not a song, its your soul
Feel it heal you until you're whole
It'll warm you when you're cold
Move to the music of your soul

she swayed her hips at night
distracting the very sense of his responsibility
but her voice; her voice was fire and ice
when he walked closer to her
she swayed her hips
calling him for an adventure
and so he went further
across the river banks
towards the southern poles
he couldn't resist it; he tried
but she was stronger than a volcano
hotter than fire; cooler than ice
she swayed her hips again
in the mid of the night
he stretched his hands to have a touch
now in front of the mighty ocean
she called him further
saying

"tell me your dreams; your nightmares"

but that was the end of the adventure
we never heard of the handsome prince again

"he sailed away into the lands unknown"

beneath the ocean blue
and so we hoped he will return someday
but he never did

To he whom feels the need to condemn,
rip apart and tear away.
To dissect another's written script
to cause with malice, words to fray.

I have these words too say too you,
wouldn't it be better in the end,
instead of shooting from the hip,
encouragement you could extend.

Make a point with others here.
The likes of me, 'who can't care less'
But no, you guys go for the ****
of those who's minds that you can mess.

I've read so many cold one liners,
composed to cause the worst heartbreak,
your words deliver contamination,
the likes of that most slimy snake.

If you have only half, the talent
that you really think of your esteem.
You wouldn't need to be so nasty,
so keep it right and keep it clean.

If you feel that you must comment,
an honourable thing that you could do,
then try to help instead of hinder.
Then we might think something of you.

Constructive critique is a good thing,
it helps another and yourself.
But if you seek to be the *******
then keep your thoughts up on the shelf.

If you want to help another
it doesn't do to laugh and scoff,
if this is the path you wish to travel,
my words to you my friend "*******".

I feel like running into the arms of warm grave,
if it weren't for all these people I supposedly saved.
Now looking at me with their accusatory stares,
looks of "How dare you emotionally sway,
from the hopes and words that convinced us to stay!"

What if you find that I'm wrong;
that these are not real songs,
and that I don't belong?
I'm sorry.
Compared to other heroes, I'm not nearly as strong.