Dance with me, my Lady Dance with me in this snow We will stop feeling our movement
as the numbness leavesa ghostly trail up our limbs,
but just...but just... keep on dancing Because the dance of lifecomes from the heartand not from the world so visibleI do not want you to feel the bumps I want you to feel the rhythm of life Dance with me, my LadyDance with me in this snow I want you to see that... The world can be as white as snow.
Merilyn Shepadeen fell in love with a boy
The boy fell in love with Merilyn Shepadeen
For 2 years they held hands,
looked in to each others' eyes and the world fell behind
He was her Alfa and Omega
But the boy had a crack in his trust
Not long a day came when that foundation was tested
Merilyn Shepadeen was left alone.
Merilyn Shepadeen remained in love with the boy
As years built sky scrapers of her life,
She buried herself in to the world of luxury
Anything to keep her from hurting
She made friends with booze, drugs,
and sleeping with hitched men
Merilyn Shepadeen kissed so many frogs.
Merilyn Shepadeen had moved on when
the boy called one evening
Listening to his words about missing her,
wanting her, loneliness...seeking absolution
brought her back running.
Merilyn Shepadeen dropped all that she had acquired
in seven years and eloped with the boy
For two months, no questions were asked
save for those their bodies demanded
She was in love again
But the boy had an entirely new agenda
Merilyn Shepadeen didn't see this coming.
Merilyn Shepadeen was broken
The boy turned out to have acquired the ways of a seducer
He toyed with her heart and
imprisoned her with dreams of happily-ever-after
The damage was done by the time
he let her in on the arrangements of his upcoming nuptials
Merilyn Shepadeen was numb to all that happened there after.
Merilyn Shepadeen sealed her heart away in a place so cold
She spent her days dancing with thunder
and her nights knocking on hell's doors
As the months gathered dust on every flat surface in her house,
so did the number of scars at her wrists
She deluded herself with what-ifs
until the devil himself answered her call
Merilyn Shepadeen took her life at a tender age of 25.
A great man once said that
"Waiting is a form of pursuit"
To me, waiting is a form of torture
I have waited for seven years...exclusively
for the answer to come to me,
to make sense of these emotions,
to come to terms with my destiny
Seven years of excruciating agony,
loneliness...denial
Seven years of almost kissing insanity
Now that you have come to me,
has my hard work paid off?
The probability is questionable
All this waiting has only led me to
another dead end
I do not know what to do with you now
I am back to that place seven years ago,
that place of utter confusion
With this I conclude that
"Waiting is a form of retardation in pursuit"
The great man must have been delusional after all.
A darkness engulfs my sky
when you're sad,
A tornado rocks my world
when you're scared,
A storm floods my streets
when you cry,
A scorching sun bears down on me
when you're lacking something
My happiness is bound to yours
I will go far and wide
just to see you smile,
to bring those golden rays back in my world,
to warm my heart
With your tears gone,
my flowers will blossom
With your fears gone,
my birds will sing
With your needs met,
I will rest peacefully
My love for you is my soul reason to live
so I swear with blood
that you will never...ever
know this thing called....PAIN!
