The Little Black Dress

A little black dress that is kept in my closet...
It stays there as a reminder for the one and only foolish night that i had...
I had sworn once that i'll never touch the little black dress ever again...
I hold the little black dress in my hand...
I still can smell the perfume on it...
The smells that took me back to the night I've swore that i'll forget...

I still remember rays of lights, flashing and dancing on the floor...
Holding many people whose bodies swayed from side to side to the blaring tune...
Seems like everybody is so deep into the music...

I still remember the smell of drinks that make people haywire...
I still remember the laughter that are oh-so-annoying...
I can still hear everyone shouting together. telling the DJ to play their songs...
I can still see ladies and gentlemen going wild with their shameful body language on dance floor...
Many females wearing short dresses nod and bobbing their heads...

I was sitting alone watching all my friends that had gone wild...
Until someone pulled my hand to move from the stool to join them...
I was going wild too...
I move myself according to the musics' beats...
My body felt warm...
I was enjoying myself...

Morning came to, beginning as the late night had ended...
I heard my friends talking on the phone about how ugly i had been the night before...

At that moment i felt ashamed of myself...
I felt disappointed of my own foolishness...

If only i could turn back time...
I would never have gone there with them...
I would never have humiliate myself in such a way...
And i swear that will be my first and last stupid antics...