The Way She Move's

Homeless man walks into a bar...

Rhythmic bones that sway into this night
Her eye catching way, keeps my heart a flight
Forty voices crossing, she is all that I hear
Over thirsty tavern patrons waiting on a beer
Her gaze through this crowd, cheers my dreary soul,
Wile I line up pool balls and knock them in the holes
She is mixing cocktails, shots, long island ice teas
A tall drink of water is what she makes for me
I cant help but to look, every chance I get
Lost in the way she moves... simple pleasure yet

When her rhythmic bones begin to sway...
I fall into her rhythm, and gently... slip away~

Author's Note

sometimes simple is all I have...

Reviews

[Emily B]

sometimes simple is all you need

you have a voice, you know, an artists eye, and you see things whether you want to or not, and you have important things to say, a responsibility to tell a story that needs attention

sending you all my best

[sivan]

Like... Sounds like a memory of mine

[Lilly Negoi]

sometimes simple is all it takes :)