If You Can't Dance On

Not Everything You Wanted, Deep Inside, Worked Out.

I Changed Your Life.” She Looked Down At The Peach They Shared. “you Changed Min. I’m Glad Of It.” And Back Into His Eyes. “every Day. I’m Glad Of It. I’d Like A Pond, And Maybe Something To Sit On So We Could Watch The Creepy, Interesting Fish.” “that Would Suit Me Very Well.” She Linked Her Arms Around His Neck, Laid Her Cheek On His. Love Finds A Way, She Thought.

I'm Just Full Of Surprises." Watching Her, He Waved The Wrapped Bar From Side To Side. "you Can Have The Candy If You Sit On My Lap." That Sounds Like Something Perverted Old Men Say To Young, Stupid Girls." I'm Not Old, And You're Not Stupid." He Sat, Patted His Knee. "it's Belgian Chocolate." Just Because I'm Sitting On Your Lap And Eating Your Candy Doesn't Mean You Can Cop A Feel," She Said As She Folded Into His Lap.

He Pulled Himself Out Of Hard Times, Dealt With The Scars From It, Pushed Himself To Make A Mark. A Little Bit Of The Wild Side There, Always. I Told Myself, Oh No, I Won't Get Tangled Up With This One. And I Said It Again, Even When I Was Tangled Up.

I Need To Write To Be Happy.