Friday at the Christmas Dance
Music blasting all around
I dance with my bestest friends
Just having a grand yule ball
Then a friend asks me to dance
I say OK for the spirit
I take his hand and start to dance
To an old time hit
Everything goes very well
Until we get close
He starts feeling all around me
Like I'm some perfect red rose
At the end, he dips me
His smile close to my face
I start panicing inside
I come back up and away I race
I thought it was over
But apparently not
I sit on the bleachers
But there he pops
He asks me to dance
For old times sake
What the ******** is your problem I thought
He picks me up, I start to quake
The song is turns slow
Oh mother of crap
He holds me close once again
Feels all around, but this time my bra strap
He strokes my hair a couple times
His head against my shoulder
He hugs very tightly
My heart had just grown colder
The song has ceased
And he lifts me up
My eyes go wide with tears
Enough tears to fill a cup
He says "Merry Christmas" to me
He sets me down
He walks away from me
My fake smile to a frown
How could he do this?
I don't feel that way about him
Thank you Matt Maul
Our friendship is now darkly dim
I have a boyfriend
The best I've ever had
Just stay away from me perv
You've brought me tears of Sad
I leave the steaming gym
Entering the Christmas light
I hope I never see you again
Just get out of my sight
 whore_slutbucket · Tue Dec 25, 2007 @ 03:35am · 0 Comments |
