in the middle
of the warm kitchen air,
while the oven bakes
our dinner for two.
No spotlights,
or smoke machines,
not even a hardwood dancefloor
to tap our feets on.
It's just me and you,
with each of our own
pair of left feet,
swaying to the
scratch of the needle
against the vinyl,
as it plays our song.
***Still hung over from the show last night (Singin' In The Rain). I just love how these old songs wake up my ever-so-hopeless-romantic-heart, and make me wanna dance in an empty room (with someone...maybe?haha!).
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| A memory worth keeping. Just an obligatory "shoefie" with the ticket. These sparkly red shoes made me feel like I was Dorothy on her journey down the yellow brick road. ;) |
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