We danced into the night of unknown properties
wondering if maybe what we were feeling
really meant a damn thing.
The scent of your skin, some musky texture
coincides with the touch of skin
as your grasp around my waist, just slightly
while my arms around your neck, just tightly.
It was dark out on the dance floor
but it seemed like every light
bouced off the corners of your eyes
and right into the bottom of my heart.
Even though we only exchanged a few words
it seemed like body language did the talking.
Sure you were awkward in your dance moves
but you were perfect in your flaws.
So when we danced our last dance
we went our separate ways that night.
Yet it seemed like a piece of me went your way
and a piece of you went my way.
And I must say I really do not believe in fate
that two lovers are star struck and crossed to one another.
But the smell of you lingers, makes it hard to believe
that what happen that night was not real.
So in other words I have a tiny crush on you.
Author notes
It was a good night.
A contest entry
- What if I was your girl??? by XxLuna-DuskxX.
550 points, ended November 5, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Any advice would be lovely?
Comments
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You be a good girl! don't make me come after with a giant stick...
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noooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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thats perfectly disgusting and im sure myles would not approve lmao
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blah blah blah
disgust in one eyes, beauty in another
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