All The Wrong Places

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    All The Wrong Places

    I'd follow him to the darkness, dancing in the night
    feeling with out feeling, moving with out fright.
    His presence is what saves me from all the horrors of life i'd follow just to follow him. follow him in the night

    I'd chase him to heaven and adorn him with white wings
    touching to be held, all the beautiful things.
    His hands are what sooth me in my night of terrible fright.
    i'd chase him just to taste him to a heaven colored in white.

    I'd take him to the deepest darkest parts of my soul.
    To show him all the love that he has to hold.
    I'd sleep with him in the chambers of my heart
    to show him what there is to see my faith will never stop.

    *I want to follow him where ever he will be.
    I'd like to chase him to the end of eternity
    If he will let me just save him from the rain
    i'd make sure no one will ever scar him again.
    I see the racing faces tearing him apart.
    No matter where I go its wrong from the start.
    In all of the wrong places I'd follow him there
    He will always be my love. Forever near.

    I'd follow him to the darkness, dancing in the night
    feeling with out feeling, moving with out fright.
    His presence is what saves me from all the horrors of life i'd follow just to follow him. follow him in the night

    I'd chase him to heaven and adorn him with white wings
    touching to be held, all the beautiful things.
    His hands are what sooth me in my night of terrible fright.
    i'd chase him just to taste him to a heaven colored in white.

    I'd take him to the deepest darkest parts of my soul.
    To show him all the love that he has to hold.
    I'd sleep with him in the chambers of my heart
    to show him what there is to see my faith will never stop.

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    Johnny commented on All The Wrong Places

    12-10-2008

    very nice, I like your work.

    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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