Deeper Than Words

July 13, 2011
These emotions grow with our bodies as well, the noise turns low and i refuse to dwell over the one who fell. Unreturned love could be one's torture and still be another lover's fortune. To miss a lover's adventure on the journey of dreams, to compete in a tourney, it seems, to win hearts that make me redeem, their personal best. Make way for the screams. Hearts are blessed as our souls rest. This is more than enough to make people see, every problem has an answer, every lock, a key. Rhythem flows threw a dancer but its more than it seems. They make one believe, there is more to their soul than what what we know or choose to see, and they control all that disbelieve, as their bodies weave threw all the strife in this life.
We are dancers of life.

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