poem from the top of my head
i literally just write what i think, if you lucky i might skim read over it before i publish it... hope you don't mind-its my style. this is entitled "dream"
feet are aching and head is spinning,
your face tonight was beaming.
it seemed as if you were there the entire night,
watching me dance, seeing that i'm all right.
your face, your quirks were all present
all the small things seem to represent
everyday is a dream within my head
i try to forget but i dream instead
the lights are flashing and the dance floor is full
but sometimes i think my eyes are covered in wool
feet are aching and head is spinning,
your face as i sleep is still beaming.
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