a ballerina's pirouette
Louboutin's with a red soul
make a pretty silhouette
crystal clear the morning light
the wine a deepest burgundy
switching always back and forth
bending deeply from my knees
sleep, don't sleep
dream, don't dream
black and white to hazy gray
this is how it seems
want, don't want
love, don't love
pack it all away
thoughts on a rainy day
on my toes, but not my game
a ballerina's pirouette
Louboutin's with a red soul
make a pretty silhouette
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
1 comment:
I like this...being on your toes but not on your game....good write again JB....
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