Thursday, April 05, 2007

Tiny Dancer

You’re leaking out smiles
and spilling out grins
my heartbeat speeds up
and I feel my head spin.
My eyes gain a shine,
And I feel myself blush
You ask to be mine,
I could fly on this rush.
You just ask for a chance
in hopes that I’ll see
that a simple school dance
might set us both free.

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