(Creds to my fav song Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon for that title.)
Flower in hair,
Backless dress with beat up sneaks,
Mysterious as the black side of the moon
Joyful with a hint of spice
Cares for all that you do
Bar in the side of California
Nudged with all
Crowded on that black dance floor
Lights lighten up with cheap light bulbs you find in stores
Dresses only made for the stylish girls
Heels made for dancing in the beat
My discotheque Juliet teenage dream
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
