writings on a Wednesday.

Is that title too lame? I've thought and thought of a good title, and maybe that will change. For now, ill stick to Wednesday as my days of choice to share with you something that I have written. I don't want to start off the week with a downer of poem or end the week that way either. So I will go with Wednesday. Number one, my poems normally are pretty much downers. Like I said before, I find it a lot easier when I have something to write about or if I have had a bad day or something. The one I am going to share with you is not totally true. So please don't think I have written something that has personally happened. Read them more... figuratively. I wanted to write something about me and my girls and a night on the town. It took over from there. Its called I Danced

All the girls are here
My high heels waiting by the door
Here comes the music
And the drinks begin to pour

Oh here's to the night
Where everything felt right
I gave it all to the bottle
And danced away my life.

Standing in front of the mirror
With the flashing of the lights
Maybe ill wake up tomorrow
And everything will be just right

Oh here's to the night
Where everything felt right
I gave it all to the bottle
And danced away my life

Clothes are scattered everywhere
And the makeup covers the lies
But we are all ready now
Ready for the night

Oh here's to the night
Where everything felt right
I gave it all to the bottle
And danced away my life.

The music in the background
Blaring into the crowds
The lights are turning faster
Its all becoming way to loud

Oh here's to the night
Where everything felt right
I gave it all to the bottle
And danced away my life

All the rest is a blur
And I lay on the ground
Sirens are flashing forward
But I hear no sound

Oh here's to the night
Where everything felt right
I gave it all to the bottle
And danced away my life.

I woke up with no memories
Of what came from that day
I danced away my misery
I danced my life away