The night has made it's mark
On all of us in the dark,
In that crowded room
That nobody will forget soon.
It was perfectly planned
And we were almost banned
From the school
For acting like a fool.
I could feel the music in my heart
And we were only two inches apart.
The bass thumping in my feet,
No rhythm ever felt so sweet.
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PoetryThe difference between this time and others, Is that they were all wrong. This feeling keeps me up at night Because it once felt so right. But it took me so long To find out I was wrong. And there you go again, Pulling at heartstrings. Once again, c...
