Here's a little some thing that I wrote while I was being ignored at the club last night. I think it's kind of poetic.
The Dancer
She was the only person dancing by herself on the floor, but she didn't seem to notice. I might not have noticed, but she was much better at it than the others: it was obvious that she felt the beat and the rythm deep in her soul. A cigarette in one hand, a beer in the other, and the music. It was all she wanted. It was all she had.
The Dancer
She was the only person dancing by herself on the floor, but she didn't seem to notice. I might not have noticed, but she was much better at it than the others: it was obvious that she felt the beat and the rythm deep in her soul. A cigarette in one hand, a beer in the other, and the music. It was all she wanted. It was all she had.
Hehe, but then again you don't meet many chicks who are into Buffy and Harry Potter that are hot!
Okay,I'mma shut up now *nods*