Dance with Me
Description
Dancing. My way of speaking and expressing myself.
I used to love to dance, nonstop. But everthing changed after that incident.
Who would've thought that loosing you would affect me this much.
It was my fault. You didn't deserve this
I can't seem to forget it. I've changed.
I miss you.
Will i ever move on?
Being friends was another step.
After a while...
What is this feeling I get when I see you?
Why am I myself when I'm with you... and only you.
My feet move along to your own steps, like a beat I'm familiar with.
Will you help me move on?
Will you Dance with Me?
Who would've thought that loosing you would affect me this much.
It was my fault. You didn't deserve this
I can't seem to forget it. I've changed.
I miss you.
Will i ever move on?
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Meeting you was one thing.Being friends was another step.
After a while...
What is this feeling I get when I see you?
Why am I myself when I'm with you... and only you.
My feet move along to your own steps, like a beat I'm familiar with.
Will you help me move on?
Will you Dance with Me?
Foreword
"But, I'm not ready."
"It's okay. Trust me." he stands up and lays a hand out.
"Dance with Me?"
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