Glowing in the City
This sketch of a bow is probably my favorite sketch in my black notebook:this poem is inside the black notebook too, it's called "Glowing in the City"
waiting for the moment
waiting for the time to come
wishing for perfection
hoping for the best yet
i've been clicking my heels together not
once, but twice now
we've been making sure this is for real
can it be real
now we are heading out with the moon now
let's celebrate our new success tonight
baby now close your eyes
it's your choice now, suprise.