faces bright with the sun
blinding with radiance
pop and streamers and the cakes
under golden light
drinking cool champagne
beneath a spinning disco ball
the beat of the music flows
into your veins
pop and fizz in your blood,
smooth and cool,
you slide onto the dance floor

i’ve realized i’m horrible at writing light-hearted poems. it took me a long time to write this one… and it isn’t even that good… i need to work on that.

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