Winged liner, blood-red lips
She manages the music,
a smile on her face.
He watches her, brow furrowed
But what about us?
Black Converse, extra-large hoodie
Shy steps across the dance floor
conscious of every move she makes
She's beautiful, in her own rhythm.
But what about us?
Feathered mask, knee-high boots
The air bends around her as she moves
Shadowed eyes glint mischievously
as she beckons him to her
But what about us?
This one's at the bar
Low slung dress, she's sipping a drink.
Drawing wistful patterns upon the table
with her fingertips.
He flashes her a smile.
But what about us?
Bouncing ringlets upon a sequined suit
She's wild as she dances,
ignoring her surroundings with a
nonchalant affection.
She doesn't notice him at all.
But what about us?
The last one's five feet away,
Staring at him, top button undone
She lets out a surprised sigh
and, for the first time,
his heartbeat picks pace.
Honey, this is us.
