I see her there,
Standing next to her friend.
She starts to walk off with her.
But this time I don’t stall or freeze to ask her,
I think to myself not this time this one I will dance with her.
I run up to her a and catch her before she got out of my sight.
I ask her if I i could dance with her,
and she says yes.
She tells her friend what is going on.
And we start to dance.
At first I start stumbling over my self,
making a fool of myself,
she seems to be amused by it,
How I can tell she is starting to chuckle.
Finally I get hold of myself,
and we are off.
I try to make eye contact with her,
to tell her that I don’t want this moment to end,
but she seems to be focused on something else,
so I try to make a quick conversation.
But it doesn’t to help,
And so I try to think up something that would catch her attention,
maybe a kiss would catch it,
But no, I don’t know how she will react,
And I don't want to mess this night up,
But maybe a quick one.
As I go to attempt it
We start to separate for some reason.
All that thinking blew off the dance,
It is all over now,
There is nothing I can do now
Its gone the moment to kiss her,
To tell her, over.
The dance was wasted.
