The Ball Room Prom
By Kei lynn
Dancing in teh ball room, held up by his arms, Everything is perfect, While we dance like charms, Fearlessly he holds me, Ignoring what's around, Here we dance alone, Lifeless without sound, I can feel them staring, But can't see them there, I can here the ladies, saying "it's not fair," I lean my head, upon his sholder, He warms the air, I don't feel any bolder, Everyone is whispering, but I can't hear their voices, The music playing delcently, It wan't their fair choices, He's mine prince, My one and all, At the High School, final prom.This isn't true it's just what I dreamt last night Thanx Pat for the help on my poetry! Written December 9th, 2001 © on Dec 09 2001 04:41 AM PST, Melinda Hatfield 18 • 0 • 13
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