Thursday, October 28, 2010

Does it Dance or Does it Stomp

Does my mind dance?
Or does it stomp?
Does my smile entice?
Or does it confuse?

I am smiling for you
and you are walking away from me.

And everything I am,
Or think I am,
Or hope to be,
Still happens to be
wrapped up
In how you respond
to me.

The Chain-Ingrid Michaelson

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