"may i have this dance." i shook my head and gave him my hand.
we danced the night away.
i felt like a princess, he was my prince.
i had never felt quite like this.
the last dance ended.
we were about to part ways.
"i love you." he said, my smile would never fade. but sadly i woke up, and there i lay.
YOU ARE READING
matter
Poetrymat·ter ˈmadər/ noun 1. anything that has mass and occupies a space. an abundance of matter in the form of poetry and short stories lowercase intended
