DancingBarefoot
The Fly
Step lightly when you walk on me
Because I'm not ready for the hurt
I never quite learned how to sleep on my stomach,
Instead I lie patiently with my underbelly exposed,
Waiting for the inevitable crush
When the sole of your boot slowly presses the air from my lungs.
I hope I gave you the extra lift you needed
To take you upward and out of this place.
Don't look back at the muddy footprint you left,
Eventually it will match the others, now dried and cracked.
I'll still be here when the next one comes around.
I never quite learned how to stand up.
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**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**
**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**
Because I'm not ready for the hurt
I never quite learned how to sleep on my stomach,
Instead I lie patiently with my underbelly exposed,
Waiting for the inevitable crush
When the sole of your boot slowly presses the air from my lungs.
I hope I gave you the extra lift you needed
To take you upward and out of this place.
Don't look back at the muddy footprint you left,
Eventually it will match the others, now dried and cracked.
I'll still be here when the next one comes around.
I never quite learned how to stand up.
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**Still looking for the
face I had before the
world was made....**
**Work like you don't
need money, love like
you've never been hurt,
and dance like no
one's watching.**