Music echoes.
A blush, barely visible in the night
He asks the question, the answer he knows.
Right there I let my confusion and curiosity fight.
Do you wanna dance?
I meet his eyes once, at a glance
Slow dancing is an excuse to get closer to somebody.
Yet, he drew nearer to my rigid body.
Want to dance?
This time it was I.
His chocolate eyes blinked no lie.
His timid hands curled around my side
And mine, around his neck.
Then warmth rippled in long wavelengths.
Timid, tickled, tranceful
The wrinkles in his face caressing my face
Shuffling our feet in clumsy grace.
I let myself go,
Swaying, swooning silently.
Poised, panicking.
Disappointed, the song was short.















Devious Comments
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i'm sane, i promise ಠ_ಠ
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Project Reprocation OWNS YOU.
No RULES, just ART.
사랑. 가족. 친구들. 아트. 음악. = 내 삶.
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"Wake up! just close your eyes.. i wanted to tell you, i think i'm ready, i'm ready to free fall in the unknown."-Bohemianpoets.
God, it was the besssttt dance ever.
High school is still incredibly awesome.
I mean, you can never outgrow the dances. :]
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Project Reprocation OWNS YOU.
No RULES, just ART.
사랑. 가족. 친구들. 아트. 음악. = 내 삶.
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