I Spent Another Homecoming In The Corner, You’d Think I’d Know After All The Other Dances - It’s
i spent another homecoming in the corner, you’d think i’d know after all the other dances - it’s never fun, im never asked to dance and i end up following someone i barely know like a lost puppy all night.
as i walked the ghost town of hallways listening to the clacking of my heels, i twirled my long skirt and i danced with the moon because even if it was alone, someone asked me to dance.
i remember at 10 i’d thought i’d have it all in high school, but i don’t have a license, or friends, or anything. as i still hold out for a first kiss and a first date, i’ll remind my younger self that if even for a moment, the moon wanted to know me. i danced to the quiet and my shoes sound, and the night loved me.
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