I was dancing With him I didn't even know him until I was in his arms Handsome, though I hardly care Charming, but because of his soul, not his words And warm, in a way that wasn't physical He held me like he knew what he was doing Like I would be safe with him Like a promise In the most beautiful white dress And I was beautiful The most beautiful girl there Everyone wanted to dance with him But he chose me And I couldn't believe it We danced all night And of course I messed up the steps Tripping over myself Clumsily, as usual But Lord I was beautiful still And he just smiled and somehow found it lovely, that I was imperfect He whispered to me And we danced and danced And I was beautiful **Then I woke up
Oh, yes right. I'm not beautiful and no boy will ever love me or even like me or even notice me. Sorry, I watched a fairytale movie before sleeping and it slipped my mind when I was in my subconscious. I like it so much better in my make-believe world of dreams.
A dream is a wish your heart makes Then reality kicks you in the head.