Moving left to right,
Hips sway slowly,
Hair brushing one shoulder to the next,
Eyes closed and lips miming the words
She hears in her head.
We all wish those words were ours,
That our creativity made her move that way.
But they're not ours,
She's dancing to someone else's song
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 8:47 AM UTC
Moving left to right,
Hips sway slowly,
Hair brushing one shoulder to the next,
Eyes closed and lips miming the words
She hears in her head.
We all wish those words were ours,
That our creativity made her move that way.
But they're not ours,
She's dancing to someone else's song
