Shane

His pale skin, beautiful and flawless,
shined off the light from the chandelier.
He made his way to the loudge.
It looked as if he were gliding.
He sat in a modern sleek chair.
His fingers gracefully taped on the marble table,
creating a repetitive beat out of his patters.
I am sitting on this leather couch.
Headphones full blast,
listening to Rise Against and My Chemical Romance.
I was invited to this party,
but initially not going to go.
My boyfriend hasnt even realized im here.
I wore this satin red dress,
that lingers above the knee.
My black heels on.
Im alluring and elegant on the outside.
Im dark and mysterical on the inside.
I take a quick glance at that man again,
to see he's all alone.
Our eyes meet and mine whisper,
"have we met?"
And across the room his silhouette
starts to make its way to me.
Unable to control myself,
I get up and walk over to him.
He looks up at me with irresistable eyes,
as blue as the deep, deep sea.
He smiled at me, making it hard to breathe,
and I was so glad I wore makeup tonight
so he couldnt see I was blushing.
"You look awfully beautiful, miss. May i ask your name?"
he says with an accent I cant describe.
"Amanda" I reply, almost stuttering.
"Shane is mine"
When I got home later that night,
I danced around all alone, smiling.
It's never felt so real, so right,
until I met. .
Shane.