Fantasy Ballroom

Once inside,

There you are.

My fantasy girl, the one I could only dream of.

Standing there surrounded by men who adore you, talking and laughing in a lovely manner.

Your beauty stand out so much, anyone can spot you in an instant.

You’re just too far out of my reach, a man like me who could only stand in this tiny little bar, thinking how pathetic he is, drinking alone.

The music start but I can only stare the wine inside my glass, when suddenly you’re standing next to me and ask me to dance.

It’s a fantasy no more