February 11
‘Twas February eleven
Three hours after seven
He held my hand and we began to dance
Into a trance of our sweet romance
Lights were blinding
While I felt like flying
Beyond the stars
While they played electric guitars
Beauty was everywhere
Which made me stop and stare
But I found that I was not to worry
His eyes were only for me
Lavender and black
We danced to the soundtrack
The best night I had
I had at one esplanade
Laughter and tears
We danced to the soundtrack
In a few moments, we’ll say goodbye
Underneath the starry sky
But that night’ll never end
As text messages we will send
Oh no, that night isn’t over
Till the day I get over this hangover
Oh yes, prom night.
A picture to add more spice.
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