A masquerade
A dance
Lonely people hiding
behind silly masks
pretending to enjoy
the evening
You walked to the corner
of where my unwanted soul
had taken refuge
and asked me to dance
I got wonderstruck
by the sparkle in your eyes
You lead me to the dancefloor
my hand in yours
and carried me through the rhythm
my heart with yours
At the stroke of midnight
you kissed me on my lips
I closed my eyes
and got lost in the magic
When I opened them back
you were there no more
© Pancake Bunnykins
0Daily Prompt: Stroke of Midnight
Loved this
Thank you! 😀
It’s definitely my pleasure ♡♡♡
OH! What has just happened! You took us to cloud nine, we took the bait, and then…
Great job! 😀
Beautiful AND Romantic!
Thank you. 😀
Thanks, Rosema. 😀
You are welcome! I really enjoyed it! 😀
Wonderful metaphor on those that scheme their way into our hearts to then break it. Beautifully written:)
Thank you, Nena! Those are the kind of people who will sweep you off your feet and then leave you hanging. Oops!
Very well written – great style and touching content. Brings out the grandma in me again. Guard your hearts, precious girls.
Haha. True, Oneta. 😀 Thank you. <3
Great…..awesome
Thank you.
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