WHEN YOUR DANCING, HAPPILY. IN YOUR ROOM
Giving it this
showing bitches your moves.
UNTILL….someone walks in.
You casually stop and fumble with your ipod.
Pretending like you clearly weren’t just dropping it like its hot.
But they continue to exchange glances with you like.
Making you feel like they seen.
But, without a word, they walk back out. You kinda feel off the hook…and you regret NOTHING.
