Three weeks from Friday Is the night I am supposed to remember My Senior Prom The final farewell I awoke from my painful sleep With you on my mind Picturing you in a black and white tux Then a flash of us dancing Fast dancing makes me too nervous So I imagined a slow song With your long arms around me Running your fingers along my spin My body filled with chills And the thought that you could hold my hand And even perhaps kiss me goodnightBirth sign: Libra
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