Electricity seemed to flow through his body as he tried to dance.
No movement was fluid, every single one a painful to watch spasm of limb movement.
Even though he tried his hardest, his feet never could match the beat, EVER.
Red faced, and not because he was tired, he stared into her eyes.
Green as emeralds, they glittered like gemstones as she moved fluidly with each thump.
Yes, he might hate dancing because he sucked so bad, but for her, he would do anything
As I step on the pointiest Lego in the history of Lego
Wishing that I had amputated that limb so long ago
Every day I try to make sure the floor is empty, but I miss something
Still, I keep the light off as I work my way out of the room
Or I might wake her up, and that would be horrible
My foot hits another plastic caltrop and all I can scream in my head is
Everything is…..
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Abdi Mohammed
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