♡ Evening Poetry ♡

Party

A/N: Minor swearing

Loud dancing music hooked up to giant stereos all around the house,

Looking around for a special someone, the person that could be your future spouse.

Low lit room with obnoxious bright flashing lights, red, purple and pink,

All the music is so noisy and loud can't possibly give you space to think.

The blaring is so loud that you can't hear a word someone says unless you yell,

Which makes it harder to make friends when you don't really gel.

Moving past the group of people dancing, you can barely move cause it's crowded as fuck,

And some people are idling by the doorway and they won't move, just my luck.

Over at the snack table, there are bowls of chips and a platter of cakes,

On the opposite side of the room are a punch ball and a few chocolate shakes.

Then someone breaks open the parents' liquor cabinet, things are about to get wild,

You consider leaving the party now, though you might seem like a child.

People are going crazy, things are getting damaged, broken or smashed,

But I'm just glad that this isn't my house because it's getting trashed.