This place is so crowed
Music is the only sound I here
As I take my seat
Our eyes meet
With a warm smile
As we continue to stare
I want to turn my head
Hoping my looks
Aren’t miss-read
It only takes a minute
After I am fully seated
For you to come by
And say Hi
This is not the place
But it’s where we met face to face
Man I hope this guy
Is not on the chase
If that’s not case
Then it’s ok
For him to take a seat
And be in my space
Many have walked by
Trying to catch my eye
While never turning my head
And talking with you
Should hopefully
Give them a clue
On a chance meeting
In this place
You would be the first
I must admit
To keep a smile
On my face
Eight months have passed
You’re still complimenting me on having class
It is true
All men aren’t just looking
For a piece of ass
There are many misconceptions
Of people who attend these places
Clustered and crowed with so many faces
On that one night a year
I decide to go out dance
I met a gentleman
With my first glance
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December 3, 2009
Categories: Verses . Tags: admit, crowd, dating, face, gentlemen, glance, hopefulclue, life, looking, Love, men, misic, night, place, smile, sound, space, women, year . Author: msreason . Comments: Leave a Comment