Tribal Dance

Sat, 05/18/2013 - 23:08 -- EnaBean

Your eyes burn into me,
And I cannot seem to look away
A deer, caught in headlights
A tribal spirit, lost in its sway

The drums play and the spirit shakes
As my cheeks are painted blood red
Through hooded eyes, you stare
The drums keep playing in my head

Like a moth attracted to a flame
I have been burnt before, and learned
Freefalling into someone else’s arms
Is not a God given right, it is earned

I tear my eyes away, in shame
Look at the ground, paint on my face
I do not deserve the freedom in love
I do not deserve you, and your grace.

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