JustBeingTechtor

Our lives, for the most part, are defined by a handful of vivid, important memories that we clench to our hearts with childish fervor; we carry them like neon scars, tracing, outlining our souls like sorrowful hand-me-down clothes.  As the years clatter toward oblivion, the layers thicken and burden our bending backs.  Sometimes, we find ways to shed pieces of this weight and let it fall upon the roads of our past, reducing our ghosts to mere withering echoes in our cracked and bent rear-view mirrors.  Well, that is exactly what this story is; this is my escape.     "Must it be?  It must be."     This particular memory was formed behind

She appears on the stage in her ivory dress The depths of her heart she wishes to express With an aura of calmness and eyes that entrance She bows her head and begins to dance Her movements are fluid showing eloquent grace A heart winning smile appears on her face Her silky skin as soft as the moon And her heart in sync with the melodious tone Longing for love the music's express And answered ten-fold by the ivory dress The two are content with their rhythmic duet Performing a dance they'll never forget The music steps up in a masculine drive It takes her breath she feels so alive Intense is the romance between the girl and her