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Civil Angel '01
{ Buffy’s feelings during her last dance at the Prom }
Leaning yourself on his chest,
feeling so small but safe.
This is the place so very best
in His arms so strong.
You think it lasts forever,
the music just keeps playing.
But suddenly the song is over,
and you find yourself crying.
You look into your lover’s eyes
and see Him crying too.
Your heart is not telling you lies
when it says run out of the room.
Tears fall onto the floor,
leaving a path after you.
All the way to the door,
you wonder whether or not to go...
You run, just run somewhere in the forest.
Clouds of fog moving around you.
Touching and embracing.
Reminding of him.
Spell of the last dance.
It lasts forever.