What will you remember?
When the music stops
And you're laying in bed?
What did I take away?
A special flower.
A bright blue gown.
Am I proud of the dress that stares at me now?
When years are gone, what will I remember?
blue sparkles and egg shell roses.
Steady hands brushing my hair,
Nestled in my true love's embrace.
I won't remember the songs that played or the conversations had.
They're too miniscule in light of what was worth attending.
I'll remember the blast of blue sparkles as I danced.
His green eyes as we rode home.
The best part of the night was being with him in the end.