The Dance

The Dance

I look at him
all I have to do is ask

Him to dance
those simple words

Seem harder than I
imagined it to be

I look at him as I
move closer everyone's

Eyes focused on me i've
never been so nervous ever

But yet he is the only one
looking away and not noticing me

He won't turn his head
to me for one second but

A pretty skinny girl walked by
and he looked at her instantly

So I turn around and
start walking away

A tear rolls down my cheek
and dies on my chest over my heart

Then as more came down
that is where I felt a tap

On my shoulder asking me
that very same question I tried to get out

Will you dance with me as he wiped
the tears away

To my amazement it was
my crush...then I woke up

And it's all the same except
one thing, he won't ask me to

Dance whether it is the dance of
the music or the dance of life

He won't ask so I
sit here waiting

As I watch him with every
girl he likes that I wish

I could be...but yet i'm just myself!

By: Danielle