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

Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 20, 2010

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about The Dance Floor by brianna plancarte

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?