Nov 09, 2005 20:56
Our life begins
As a past one ends
Right and left
Our sloppy slow dance
Back and toward
Let me embrace your faults
A slow swaying song, (Let's place on repeat)
Patience, please
I'm prone to stepping wrong.
"Practice makes perfect."
but perfect is only proper for pretend.
The mistakes are our song
Smile, let's sing along...
Our dance is an open heart
Some may say, "you have it false."
I care not
While we sway
They stagnate in each others arms
Motion at a halt
A dance... devoid of want
Our feelings hold our feet
Right, left, forward, back
Life is learning your mistakes.