Ignite My Soul To Dance, Is What Your Eyes Do.
When I feel that spark
I will know it's the perfect moment.
I should hold in my nervous laughter.
I shouldn't have worn my heart on my sleeve, not on this night.
I ought to run while I still can.
I'll never be able to leave now.
But, who cares? The spark wouldn't have ignited if it wasn't perfect.
Right?
Hey Hannah, nice blog. I'm a friend of Monda's, so I guess I'm your friend too. You know, "Any friend of Monda's..."
ReplyDeleteI love the title of this piece. Dance like nobody's looking.
And keep writing.
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