Posted by fumes in
Poetry on 04 2nd, 2008 |
No CommentsDoes it matter with whom we dance,
Or just that we danced at all?
Is it the love we care about,
Or is it the person we care about?
Is is it the taste?
Or is it the food?
Is it the expression?
Or is it the mood?
Do we lie to save?
Or do we live to sustain our craves?
That will not follow us to our graves?
A...
