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I'll let you in...I'll let you in... I'll tell you my deepest secrets.
Share with you the things I've hidden.
Fantasies and day dreams,
things I wish would could come true.
I'll let you in... I'll admit things I haven't before.
Tell you sincerely how I really feel.
Uncertainty and love collide,
as if I could avoid the complications by remaining mute.
I'll let you in... I'll trust you completely.
Release the fear of getting hurt.
Depending and relying upon,
not thinking about the consequences.
I'll let you in... and I'll try my absolute best.
Begin to truly make an effort.
Frustration and confusion no matter,
time to simply wing it and hope it works.
Are we ever truly ready?Are we ever truly ready?
We learnt to walk at an early age, our parents taught us to speak.
Born with the abilities to dance and the right type of voice to sing.
Ready to take to the stage and preform to our high standards.
Against all odds we'll rock the house, leaving you breathless.
We don't get second chances, it's all or nothing once we're up there.
Hours, weeks, months of extensive practice and rehearsal, all for one night.
Warming up our vocals, trying to shake off all of our nerves.
Our director tells us we're ready, we know that we could be better but there's no time.
Spotlights shining down, exposing us for all to see, blinding us from their stares.
Beginning the first number, swaying back and forth to the tune, voices cracking at first.
Starting off with a slow song, we're nervous and we can hear mistakes, but still there's applause.
The speed picks up, we start to dance, smiles appear and the fun really begins.
We are truly ready.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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