the two of us
are dancing
in an odd sort of way.
the dancers, our bodies,
the choreographers, our minds.
spinning out
whirling close
never quite touching
but almost there.
I call, you call
he said, she said
I think, you think.
it never fails to amaze me
how two completely different minds
can touch,
even for an instant in the complex dance
of two minds
and be one whole
joined in the thinking of a single idea.
and yet, here we are
trying so hard
to gain that connection.
did he mean it?
was he for real?
should I be hurt
or just ignore it?
am I reading too much into it?
am I being insensitive?
should I have acquiesced?
taken a firmer stand?
questions spinning through my mind
dizzying array of self-accusations
I've never been much hand at
psychology.
and still we dance on
upon the nightclub floor
trying to gain
equilibrium.
A contest entry
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so amazing chris u never told me u wrote. so im totally gonna read sum more and w/e u dont have on this website u should sooo let me read at school mk? please!!! epp lol im hyper well bye bye fer now
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o hey thx.....my personal favs by me on here are "a brave new world," "I am a Sponge," and "five forms of death," you can find the first and last on my blog at myspace too....yeah I'll bring some for you...cya lol I can tell you're hyper
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Interesting way of looking at it; I never thought about it this way before. I like... it. Thanks!
Regards,
G.F.
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