Daisies twirl, and dancers swirl, it all becomes a blur.
It's like friendship, their friendship, has a silencer.
The rest of the world is tuned out,
Having no clue what it's about.
Inside jokes are laughed to,
With bubbly laughter, oh so true.
They leave the dance floor, where flowers are strewn,
Pulled by the string of a different tune.
Doors are pushed open, and they stand in the moonlight,
The dark cape over the sky, it's nearly midnight.
Their fingers finally intertwine,
You can see constellations in their eyes shine.
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Pawsitive Poetry
PoetryThis poetry thing is mighty hard, but I'll give it a go. Featuring my photography ;P (still need to take photos for most recent chapters) Highest rank // # 378 in Poetry, 4/18/17 First rank? // # 911 in Poetry, 3/24/17
