Dancing under the stars
Dance with me
How does it feel all the way up there?
Can you see all the stars better?
When can I see you?
I want to lay under the stars with you tonight.
We can roam the city,
and dance in the empty streets.
Under the constantly changing street lights.
Dance with me.
It’s just us.
I won't let anything happen to us.
Do you want to leave this empty city to go somewhere else to see the stars?
Like the beach,
Run, play, and dance in the sand.
Run out of breath from laughter.
That’s what I want.
Just me and you, under the stars.
Dancing and laughing with no cares in the world.
Let’s stay and watch the sun come up.
Wrapped in a blanket,
We can watch a new day arise upon us.
We made it.
We can have the stars again tonight, if you’d like.
-ej
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Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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