The Walk

June 1, 2008
My legs turn to jello
My feet become butter
My lips quiver like crazy
My spine begins to shutter

My stomach becomes a big knot
My fingers can't hold anything
My blood sparks with excitement
The roses start budding

The walk is so graceful
As flawless as can be
The limp from his scar
is the variable of his knee

The smile is so big
Your lucky to see it
It's warm, kindhearted
Nothing will ever beat it

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