Monday, September 12, 2011


I watch your feet move to and fro
Where you move, there I will go
Serendipity be a lie
Left to fate this runs awry
Practice perfect, that I did
Knew it since I was a kid
Yet now I'm here and less prepared
I see your face and you look scared
My heart is bruised with every beat
By critics seated in their seats
I catch your eye, and slow down
Pirouette and turn around
Through the air I see you dive
I leap on four and land on five
Pleading for you just to stay
Pursuing you with each plie
But clearly you were meant to be
Unlimited, completely free
So, I bow from the dance
That was once our sweet romance

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