she bares her skin in see through lace..
and dances nights away on crowded floors..
as her curls move in tune with her swaying arms..
behind closed eyes and open lips.. she thinks..
I am one of them tonight..
the recluse, her life an open book,
her soul hidden from those who care to read..
she's the girl with the sweet smile..
she's the one that was yesteryear's dream..
but tonight she dances in deep necks and short skirts..
baring all but showing nothing..