A Missed Prom
On that night she sat alone,
dressed up in an ellegant blue gown.
She watched the clock tick,
after an hour he still wasn't around.
A sigh exhaled from her made up lips,
rosy red to match her cheeks.
She wasn't a girly girl,
but she'd been planning this for weeks.
And I was a million miles away,
lost somewhere in space.
But if I could have held her hand,
I would have taken his place.
I would have kissed her cheek,
had one last dance.
Under the moon at midnight,
I would have given it a chance.
Don't be sad that he didn't show,
Please be content with your beauty,
and please know:
I would have been there to hold you close,
to show you a wonderful night.
And elate as our souls danced,
and held your warm body tight.