Yellow sweater and sun faded jeans
In the middle of a crowd dancing, loud with screams
Doe brown eyes that sparkled like dreams
Held me captive in the corner of a seat
The closeness and quickness on the lap of a heat
Being trapped in a hunt somehow becomes a treat
So sweet your compliments, but sweeter the kisses
Just off your lips, a gaze that aims with no misses
I miss this
And sometimes I think
About you
For a second in passing
Before I even know what’s happening
I’m dancing
And I never dance
I don’t find it fun, at all.
But your smile so wide made room to move my feet
To the rhythm and beat
Guide me back to our seat
So we can talk about everything and nothing
Like a night that will disappear into the day
With closed lips I’ll say,
I wondered if we were something
More of you is what I wanted
But not needed
I did not have it but, we did
Along came Amélie as she went
Out of flashing lights and into the night
What a time well spent in a dream that I dreamt
A midsummer night’s dream
© The Sad Owl
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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