If Life Was Like a Poem

Dance the Night Away

The lights are turned low
And the dance floor glows
As I watch from the side
And reluctantly abide
By the harsh, cruel society
I only watch quietly
As the girls in their dresses
Run around, making guesses
Of whom they might chance
And give one single dance
But I do not ponder
Or even slightly wonder
I rest my head in my hand
And listen to the band
Thinking of why I came
For it's always the same
I'm unable to be risen
From my seated prison
Out of the corner of my eye
Moves this particular guy
And In my direction
Comes the idol of my affection
He looks down at me
And I hope he doesn't see
The red of my face
And hear my heart's fast pace
A hand he extends
As he slowly bends
To whisper in my ear
Only words I can hear
I shake my head violently
And point to my chair silently
He stares at the wheels
And then at his heels
Then suddenly he grins
And downward he bends
Wrapping his arms around my hips
As I attempt to unloosen his grip
Then out of my chair
My body meets air
But standing I'm unbound
And I slip to the ground
But before I hit bottom
I hear an "I've gottem"
And my body's pulled close
In a slightly awkward pose
To the apple of my eye
Stiffing my body, I try
To carry my own
But I don't have a bone
In either one of my feet
That knows how to meet
The ground with a step
I've always needed help
He asks if this is alright
And I try to fight
From replying with words
I'm sure he's already heard
But my lips start to fail
As my heart starts to sail
And my body only allows
For my head to give bows
So he whisks me towards
The dance floor—forwards
With my body off the chair
And my lungs without air
For the very first time, I get to say
I finally danced the night away