To be brave and ask her to the school dance;
My heart is thumping, and pulse is racing,
Sweat is peaking, and legs are shaking;
My approach is now, I dare the chance.
Her smile is friendly that gives me the cue;
Starting is weak, about a test in last class,
It was lame,and now I’m choking on glass;
The sigh she nods, deceives this won’t fall through.
The comic I am, I theatrically reach for her hand,
Twirling her in a dancers dip, her eyes twinkle a glow;
Confidence strikes, student applause grow.
The dance is the question, her answer grand;
A parachute saves my falling heart, months past the dance
Lest my diary prediction, one day a wedding band.
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I hope you enjoyed my Sonnet. It’s written for entry in Featured Fiction 10 contest. Featured word challenge accepted: Diary, Parachute, Comic.
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