Daddy's little girl: School project

A cold dingy hall with balloons tied high,
Damp brown tiles replace an ink black sky,
Stale smoke and liqours linger from the night before,
High heels clicking as they enter through the door,
Everyone towering as I sit there unknown,
The whole room laughing, all their happiness shown,
The room goes black till the spot lights glow,
The music plays and the feet start to go,
I sit there crunched as the silhouettes sway,
I get offered hands but by my table I stay,
My white pure dress is all I see,
It's the only colour which stands out to me,
A hand on my shoulder, against my skin,
Warm but sweaty, the feeling sinks deep within,
Picked up and carried into the sea of ballet,
I can see mouths moving though not hear what they say,
The warm face smiles down, I smile right back,
His eyes light up with love in the morbid black,
He crouches down and his face is so clear,
I see a sweatdrop roll down like a pearl drop tear,
He holds me close and kisses my cheek,
That provides the safety and confidence I seek,
My heart only belongs to this one guy,
No one else can lift me up and make me think I touch the sky,
My feet wont stop and my hands are free,
All because right then I know he loves me,
The truth lies in each flying, falling curl,
I'm always going to be my daddy's little girl.

©Elle

*It was a project where we had to write a memory so I wrote about dancing with my dad when I was younger, I think it was at a party when I was 6 'cause I wore my white bridesmaid dress. oh well*