Musical Chairs
-Lang Leav
When the music stood still,
I was left standing at the last empty chair.
I could feel you smiling behind me.
(We sense these things while dreaming.)
Your hands were on my shoulders,
your kisses against my neck.
Then from somewhere,
the music of a piano as she sings to Mozart,
no one will ever know me the way you do.
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My Favorite Poems
ŞiirSo if you may or may not know I love poems. So here is my favorite poems. There will be an infinite amount of them because...... 1. i love a lot of poems so and, 2. there are more poems in the world than one can count I will add them constanly...
