Dancing in the Moonlight

The shadows of the night cry with me
Tears turn to ice in the winter nights
Sheilding my heart from the fire
Your eyes try to ignigte
\The soft brush of your lips to mine
The whispers from your toungue
travel through my ears
sending shivers down my spine
The passion that is meant to be hidden
Forggoten, dismissed is forever boiling my blood
And melting my ice
Secret whispers of love travel through the winds
To break yet another heart
The hope of a new tommorrow, the woes of yesterday
And the skeletons in my closet dance

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