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The Ball
There was a dream one night.
Beyond a fairytale far away.
I was at fancy,Victorian ball.
Dancing the night away.
I was in a blue gown.
As me and a figure sway.
In the very middle.
As people gossiped far away.
I had a big ,blue gown like Cinderella.
He had a fancy suit.
We locked eyes the whole time.
It was so sweet.
Like eating a tasty fruit.
He swayed and twirled me around.
As we kept locking eyes.
The music played.
Everyone,couples dancing before our eyes.
It was like I went back in time.
To a time far away.
Like I went into a fantasy.
That I would love to have any day.
If only this story could take me away.
In a romantic story where I sway.
And a figure in a suit takes me away.
He then confessed his love.
Me,looking up with starry eyes.
The stars sparkling in the night skies.
Everyone continued to gossip.
Saying,oh this is so crude!
But we kept dancing,swaying.
Despite the comments so rude.
The figure had blue eyes.
And the softest,warmest smile.
Almost as if I have been waiting for this moment for a while.
As someone held me safe and warm.
Horses pranced through a silver storm.
Figures danced gracefully upon my memory.
Maybe this was a daydream far away.
Made by my imagination.
To me,dreams like this are sweet.
Like a whole another nation.
And maybe if it wasn't my imagination,but secret desires.
Maybe it's a fairytale with passionate fires.
In a book locked away.
Maybe it's a daydream.
Where I feel happy and sway.
If only there was a way to travel far away.
In the land of my imagination.
I would be happy,living in a whole another nation.
The memories of this daydream may not go away.
And maybe,it will be real someday.
Memories dancing gracefully in my head.
And not feeling lonely in my bed.
After that,I woke up.
This fantasy,so surreal.
I didn't feel sad.
I looked out my window at the sunshine.
Not asking why.
But it felt more than a daydream,I cannot deny.
Maybe one night,I will relive it in my head.
And I won't wake up lonely in bed.
Maybe I will wake up next to the figure in my head.
He will hold me close and wipe the tears I shed.
Beyond a fairytale far away.
I was at fancy,Victorian ball.
Dancing the night away.
I was in a blue gown.
As me and a figure sway.
In the very middle.
As people gossiped far away.
I had a big ,blue gown like Cinderella.
He had a fancy suit.
We locked eyes the whole time.
It was so sweet.
Like eating a tasty fruit.
He swayed and twirled me around.
As we kept locking eyes.
The music played.
Everyone,couples dancing before our eyes.
It was like I went back in time.
To a time far away.
Like I went into a fantasy.
That I would love to have any day.
If only this story could take me away.
In a romantic story where I sway.
And a figure in a suit takes me away.
He then confessed his love.
Me,looking up with starry eyes.
The stars sparkling in the night skies.
Everyone continued to gossip.
Saying,oh this is so crude!
But we kept dancing,swaying.
Despite the comments so rude.
The figure had blue eyes.
And the softest,warmest smile.
Almost as if I have been waiting for this moment for a while.
As someone held me safe and warm.
Horses pranced through a silver storm.
Figures danced gracefully upon my memory.
Maybe this was a daydream far away.
Made by my imagination.
To me,dreams like this are sweet.
Like a whole another nation.
And maybe if it wasn't my imagination,but secret desires.
Maybe it's a fairytale with passionate fires.
In a book locked away.
Maybe it's a daydream.
Where I feel happy and sway.
If only there was a way to travel far away.
In the land of my imagination.
I would be happy,living in a whole another nation.
The memories of this daydream may not go away.
And maybe,it will be real someday.
Memories dancing gracefully in my head.
And not feeling lonely in my bed.
After that,I woke up.
This fantasy,so surreal.
I didn't feel sad.
I looked out my window at the sunshine.
Not asking why.
But it felt more than a daydream,I cannot deny.
Maybe one night,I will relive it in my head.
And I won't wake up lonely in bed.
Maybe I will wake up next to the figure in my head.
He will hold me close and wipe the tears I shed.
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