Wonderstruck

I dreamed of you once
in a waking dream I believe
closing my eyes to weave
the happenstance
the song, the dance
The tale I tell myself
a twist of fate
the dreamer's luck
I can't forget you
I'm wonderstruck

Going through the motions of writing.  Peace out.

Him

I hesitate
like I've never been to the dance before
I laugh and pretend to ignore you
and your straw blonde hair
walking around without a care
and smirking to myself
as if I'm remembering something funny
The song has an awkward cadence
my feet can't find the rhythm
I glance back at you
and see you watching him

I feel like I've written this piece before.  I've been neglecting this blog in order to write in my other new blog.  Actually, that's not entirely true.  It's not like I've written a lot for my other blog.  If I write a lot to close out the year, I might still be able to match my average posts/year.  I think I should start writing more again.  I need somewhere to release all my creative juices... and write about pretend muses.  Peace out.