The lights flash
Sporadic, colorful
We throw our hands up
Shake and get down
Smile and not care
Cuz we're young and we're dancing
While everything hides away for awhile
And we just focus on the music
Moving our bodies
Grabbing our friends
Cuz everything's lost
In the rhythm of the beat
And everything hides away for awhile
We're not judged by those around us
Cuz our eyes are shut
And we get lost in the heavy bass
And we finally feel something
Cuz no worries
No judgement
We're young and free and just ourselves
When the music's alive
And we are too
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoesiaUm... some poetry. And a warning: I'm new at this, so it may not be any good. Or maybe it will. I don't know.
