The Dance Floor Poem by brianna plancarte
The Dance Floor
That Night
You may think its a blur to me
It's Not
Those flashing lights
Blind my Memory
Your smile blinds me
Your touch is still on me
Your smell is still so strong to me
You walk is like a rhythm of my own song
A song that I've wrote in my head
Like this matters
To you I mean. All that I'm saying doesn't matter
And that hurts
Sometimes I wish
I never met you on that dance floor
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