April Poetry
Saturday, April 30, 2016
Paralyzed
Paralyzed in the spotlight,
bright lights shining in my eyes
I dance but forget the pattern
I live but forget the steps.
Paralyzed in your heart
a picture of what was
but I'm not meant for stillness
and you won't move on
with me.
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