It's the type of feeling I get when I dance. Like i'm not myself, but I am my most self.
Arms extending, pointed toes lifted into stretching legs.
The rush of movement. The tight air going in and out of my lungs in short open mouthed gasps
I'm in love
You taught me
You gave me something to call mine
You gave me something that saved my life
The gift you gave me is the reason I get up in the morning
It's the reason that I haven't given up
What you gave me defines me
It is who I am
I am a Writer
And a musician
And a person with feelings
But you made me a dancer
Thank you
The final chords fade out
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C. G. McGowan
YOU ARE READING
Trade Mistakes
Poetry"And I may never sleep tonight..." this is basically a public diary I suppose Poems, thoughts, and journal entries by C. G. McGowan (Oh, that's me!) Title taken from 'Trade Mistakes' by Panic! At The Disco