Glorified Wallflower
ta-ta-ta-TA
ta-ta-ta-TA
the music is blasting,
people are laughing,
and im struggling to keep in rhythm...
ta-ta-ta-TA
ta-ta-ta-TA
sweat trickling,
feat fumbling,
i count the steps in my head..
1-2-3-4
1-2-3-BANG!
ran into another dancer,
my seat is looking very nice right now,
but as i turn to retreat
she pulls me back,
helping me find my rhythm
ta-ta-ta-TA
ta-ta-ta-TA
looking into her eyes i calm down,
each step is filed with more confidence,
and we clumsily yet happiy learn the floor,
ta-ta-ta-TA
ta-ta-ta-TA
im comfortable now,
staring into her eyes
i hold her close and dance the night away...
but then the song ends
and i... retreat back to my seat...
I'm not one for parties...
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lizardoa21
My name is Anthony Lizardo and I'm a junior from University Heights high school were power writers first started. I don't consider myself a poet, I am an artist. I love watching the world especially nature and capturing them on the page though I've recently discovered words do the job just as good as my graphite. So I started writing last year. I don't know what I want to do in life and have no real destination, all I do know is I want to see everything there is to see and to travel with a beautiful girl and my sketchbook and recently I decided to add my journal to that equation.
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