Don’t tell me you’re sorry
as you spit in my face
don’t say that you love me
as you quicken your pace
a fool can dance
with imaginary love
and claim inspiration from heaven above...
Don’t me tell I’m pretty
don’t feed me your lies
I’m tired of pretension
and vain alibis
a fool can dance
when love is free
but you’ll never again be dancing with me...
Don’t me tell I’m pretty
don’t feed me your lies
I’m tired of pretension
and vain alibis
a fool can dance
when love is free
but you’ll never again be dancing with me...
This is a gem...enjoyed it...
sigh....such is life.....
Love
Tinka
Let's face it, while not holding sole ownership of the vice, many men can be great jerks...I apologize for the transgressions of my gender! Nicely written!
Another commitmentphobiac huh? I really liked you use of words and the quick, dance like tempo.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on December 23, 2002
Lori Lynn from Texas! How you been? Amen! No
more dances for him. Just kick him in the ass and off the floor. Quicken his pace out the door. Merry Christmas darling and a very Happy New Year. Bill Murray
I like the ending, yup. And we are in sinc, I see.
liked the contrast between proffessing love and pace-quickening, in fact, liked it so much, think I'll try writing one myself about that very phenomena. thanks, you inspired writing, the true test of a good author.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
don’t feed me your lies
I’m tired of pretension
and vain alibis
a fool can dance
when love is free
but you’ll never again be dancing with me...
This is a gem...enjoyed it...
sigh....such is life.....
Love
Tinka
~Kari~
Merry Christmas
~Sanil
more dances for him. Just kick him in the ass and off the floor. Quicken his pace out the door. Merry Christmas darling and a very Happy New Year. Bill Murray
liked the contrast between proffessing love and pace-quickening, in fact, liked it so much, think I'll try writing one myself about that very phenomena. thanks, you inspired writing, the true test of a good author.
Merry Holidaze!
Love, Janet xoxoxoxo