A dance is just a dance...

He's sitting with his head down,
at the side of the dance.
Is he sad,
or is he just in a trance?

The D.J declares its the last slow song of the night,
I thought to myself,
this is my time to make things right!

I walk over to him confidently,
with still a doubt in my mind.
If he says no,
theres no chance to rewind.

So I approach with care,
and ask him to dance.
He looked up and said yes!
Good thing I took a chance.

We pick a spot on the dancefloor,
where it's just him and I.
I put my arms around his shoulders,
and his hands on my thighs.

He kept stepping on my feet,
but all I do is giggle.
I thought it was cute,
it wasnt that brutal.

I lean my head on his shoulders,
then we touch ear to ear.
Were finally together,
and there's nothing to fear.

But as the slow song slows down,
I hang on to him tighter.
I didnt want this feeling to end,
this boy is my lover!

When the song stopped,
I loosened my grip.
And as I loosened my grip,
he took his hand off my hip.

We were no longer together as one,
we were just two people having our share of fun...

I didn't want it just to be fun,
I wanted it to be forever.
But a dance is just a dance.
So don't even bother...

Written By: Miss Alyssa Graff.

PS: this poem is based on an experience of mine, but more poeticly ofcourse.