Prom Dreams
Fingers run through my hair.
Brushes sweep across my face
Adding color and sparkle.
I watch as the dress I chose
Glitters on my bed.
I hear the door open downstairs
And his voice sends chills through me.
The next few moments fade into a nervous blur.
When I glance up shock fills me.
The violet of the dress.
The curls in my hair.
The glimmer in my face.
I glide down the stairs.
He smiles and I can see the longing and awe in his face.
I blush.
Maybe tonight will be perfect.
This poem is about:
Me