The light of the mood
Illuminates the room
Your lips graze my cheek, and you whisper,
You look beautiful tonight,
And perhaps I do.
And then you take me to the ballroom,
You ask me to dance.
Our blistered feet keep time with the beat,
And for once, you smile, really smile,
You look so handsome (You really do).
I want to stay like this, here,
With you
But when my time has come,
And my fantasies are done,
I will shrivel into nothing more than the fly on your wall,
And be just a passing memory.













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sometimes we've been hurt so many times that we don't know the difference between pain and happiness anymore...
love to make things about Panic? [link]
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Urieligion is my addiction.
Well, I don't really remember, but I remember it being very pleasant. And something about duckies, as well.
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Urieligion is my addiction.
Well, I don't really remember, but I remember it being very pleasant. And something about duckies, as well.
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Join us in our fandom:
[link] Sit-Back-Relax
[link] Urieligion
[link] Decaydance Fan Club
I bet he's a great dancer.
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Urieligion is my addiction.
Well, I don't really remember, but I remember it being very pleasant. And something about duckies, as well.
--
Join us in our fandom:
[link] Sit-Back-Relax
[link] Urieligion
[link] Decaydance Fan Club
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Urieligion is my addiction.
Well, I don't really remember, but I remember it being very pleasant. And something about duckies, as well.
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Join us in our fandom:
[link] Sit-Back-Relax
[link] Urieligion
[link] Decaydance Fan Club
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