Dancefloor

The floor is filled
people sweating
music pumping
grab a friend
make some moves
scream and shout
no one can hear you
way too loud
you might go deaf
who cares?
you're in a club.
You get tired
grab a drink
to the cute boy there
you give a wink
he winks back
asks you to dance
you say yes,
its time to party!
Your bodies are so
close together
you think you are
only one.
The DJ spins his s**t
and everyones shoutin' requests
You're a little tipsy,
and a bit wasted,
so you stop for a bit
while you are dizzy
but soon you're back on
the dancefloor,
to party hardy.

Author's Note

WOOT!

Reviews

[Bella-Marie]

What an energetic poem! I enjoyed how nothing seemed to matter for you, everything was awesome, no one gave a pooh about what would happen. A great poem. Tres Bien!