Walk through the doorA Poem by IrishSaint0771 I went to my Fiancee's prom I wanted to right about it. :p
As I walk through the door.
Colorful people all around. Music loud. Heart pumping. Nervous. Shaking. As i walk through the door. My hand locks yours. No more nervous. No more Shaking. As WE walk through the door. © 2012 IrishSaint0771 |
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1 Review Added on April 30, 2012 Last Updated on April 30, 2012 Author
IrishSaint0771Seneca Falls , NYAboutYou know what they say about the Irish, Their language is slang and their bar stories are.... What was i talkin about? I need another beer. more.. |
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