Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Deafening music,
Thousands of stares.
Looming darkness,
Go on -- Dance with your flair.
Excitement that comes with responsibility.
Branded friends make you lose that sensibility.
People streamed in,
Snugged up close to your body.
Tingling sensation.
You will get used to it.
You will get used to.
You will get used.
Labels: Passion for clubbing
Liberated at
9:49 AM