The musicA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittThe music is telling our story melodic at times and crazy at others. To watch the people dance to our moments set to music fills the night with the magic I felt when I first looked at you. How beautiful your eyes made me feel when you saw nobody but me that night How naive was I to think that it would last forever It was as if we were puppets playing the roles of ourselves receiving a standing ovation as we made our turns You were holding me and I was floating in a dream From then on nobody else could even compare to you No matter how many shoves I give to push it away the music always keeps it there and I am back to that night when my expectations for love were dictated by the music of us. And then there is tonight As we stand on opposites sides of the room hearing our story set to music briefly back to the days of horns and drums that were played just for you and me. © 2008 Sarah McKeever HittReviews
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2 Reviews Added on December 17, 2008 Last Updated on December 17, 2008 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more.. |

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