I look all innocent
A wide eyed doe
Who’s never been bent
But the rhythm it moves us
Moves us
Grooves us
Proves us
Behooves us
Removes us
From ourselves
The rhythm it
Moves us
Grooves us
Proves us
Behooves us
Removes us
From ourselves
You’re my hundred percent
A love of my life
From the heavens sent
Then the rhythm it moves us
Moves us
Grooves us
Proves us
Behooves us
Removes us
From ourselves
The rhythm it
Moves us
Grooves us
Proves us
Behooves us
Removes us
From ourselves
But that’s not how it goes down
Things get unmistakable
Once we’re underground
The rhythm it moves us
Moves us
Grooves us
Proves us
Behooves us
Removes us
From ourselves
The rhythm it
Moves us
Grooves us
Proves us
Behooves us
Removes us
From ourselves
Here I am holding your hand
And then I look in your eyes
And I feel your command
And then the rhythm it moves us
Moves us
Grooves us
Proves us
Behooves us
Removes us
From ourselves
The rhythm it
Moves us
Grooves us
Proves us
Behooves us
Removes us
From ourselves
From ourselves
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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