Letting loose...
Letting loose...
Flashing lights impair my vision upon my entrance
to this place I like to came to, to let loose. As I re-gain
my focus I get in my groove as one of my songs comes
on. I throw up my arms, and swing my hips, I feel
like a sip of long Island ice tea is coming on strong, I'm
in a zone and the night is still young.
Easy...I have to remind myself to take it slow, though I
thought of coming out all week long. Here I am surrounded
by folks I wouldn't expect to get loose off of the goose. Smiles,
and cracking of bottles is all I see around me. It's thrilling!
I love to see people like me who work hard, but go out every
once and awhile and have a good time, setting aside drama
to go on a night ride.
It's popping non-stop music. I'm on my 3rd cup and I think I
need a seat, my feet are killing me. That secret I won't
release cause these shoes look good on me. You see, women
have this thing about their shoes, if it makes the out fit cute,
cool. That's what Epsom's salt are for, we'll party now and
soak our feet later, for that I am a firm believer.
Time has passed and the laughing isn't inviting anymore. I wish I
wouldn't of drove myself I think I need some help. To keep it real
with you I'm really faded and tired. I think I drank my weight tonight,
my body's leaning slightly. I had a super night, and I don't regret a thing,
except when I wake up tomorrow and see the room spinning. Even
though I feel this way because of my doing, I would do it all again
I just can't fight the feeling...
By Candice Perry 7/07/09
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