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!
