Dancing with Distraction
My very cheeky entry to the challenge!
Distraction takes me in her arms and twirls twirls, twirls!
I am lost to her spell, can't tear myself away...
She lingers on my skin,
Tingling sensations as I jump from thing to thing,
Reaching for my day-planner to - wait, I'll do this first instead.
ADD
Can you remind me what I was doing?
The music starts again and off I go and spin, spin, spin
Into the valleys of the unknown,
Or maybe it's just my memory playing up.
No worries, though, I'm dancing with distraction, and it's kind of fun!
~*~
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Comments (5)
Very nice, it was easy to follow and also very relatable!
Beautiful and nonfictional ♥️♥️♥️
Fabulous!!! Loving it!!!💖💖💕
I very much did enjoy this poem, it fits so well with your own character!
Lol, I have a very low attention span and am very easily distracted. Your poem was very relatable to me. I loved it!