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i jump and slide up and down the dance hall glideing in the mess of people who barley know my face
i feel as if i am danceing on air as i slide on the smooth floor
i wish this night would never end danceing alone with no man
why would i need one to feel free all i feel with them is like i am chained up and cant move without being yelled at mother would not like these thoughts but i dont care this moment is mine and that is one thing she cant take from me
- by miss_no_name_8 |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 06/03/2010 |
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- Title: my night
- Artist: miss_no_name_8
- Description: its about a girl who just let go and dosent care i probly spelled some things wrong but oh well you will get over it
- Date: 06/03/2010
- Tags: night
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