Your style pulls me in.
It screams Gothic,
Yet, your face screams innocents.
Flawless. Natural.
A face that could make me melt,
That could make me do whatever it asks of me.
Your body is petite, athletic, a body of a dancer.
Your hair is black; running at the perfect length;
Going down just past your chin, with the sight highlight of blue.
You wear a beautiful black laced dress,
And your skirt flares up as you spin.
It never ceases to bring me awe.
I doubt that I would be the type of guy that could catch your heart.
I doubt that I would ever even catch you standing alone.
But, you are never standing with the same guy.
So maybe you're single.
I wait.
Maybe I'll have a turn.
A chance.
One dance.
Even if it is just one.
One is all I need.
To be able to hold you for one song,
To look directly into your eyes knowing that you're looking back,
Know that for one moment, one song, I'm all that you can see.
I want that moment.
Two minutes.
That is all I ask,
And you'll never have to see me again.
Will you ever give me that chance?
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Ode to Love & Dance
PoesiaI've been dancing for a long time. Have fallen for a lot of people that I have met through the act of touching. This is me looking back at some of those moments.
