The Dance Poem by Jhon Doe
The Dance
I lean on the wall all on my own
so very much alone
the music is so loud
and not a friend I have found
none that wants to talk to me anyway
and to think, for this moment I have waited all day
the person I came for isn't even here
and even if she was I wouldn't talk to her for fear
that my words would come out all wrong
and she like the others would just move along.
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4/19/2024 9:28:07 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Ive never been to a dance in my life yet but can't wait until prom. Your poem proves why I had to stand up every guy that has asked me out. I'm always afraid of being left alone by someone I love.