Gliding across the sparkling night sky,
no scratch that, more like
I'm moving across like a leaf carried
by a silent zephyr.
Clasping hands with
a man, with an unknown face,
but a body of perfection,
capable of dancing the night away with me...
I closed my eyes and let everything
blow away.
Stepping with the grace of a
teardrop,
I waltzed,
foxtrotted,
swinged,
meringued,
rumbaed,
my way through the night,
as everyone around me
began to run
and scream, terrified,
as buildings began to collapse
and everything felt so surreal
and and the fires started
and and the walls came closer and closer
and I danced faster, faster yet
and a women came around to me, shaking me, yelling something undecipherable
and I began to cry
as I was finally able to crash.
I woke up with a start, a dreamy smile left on my
plumped lips, and ruined mascara and eyeliner,
and a dazed starry eyed look.
On the floor, the only evidence
were a pair of ripped up shoes.
follow up to previous poem, for ember. :P basically when i was younger, in my school they taught me how to ballroom dance. at the end of the year, i could have chosen to continue, but didnt in fear of my peer's judgments... now i wish i had cause i loved it... what if-ing everything...
