ballet (pivot)

something else that has been sitting in my drafts and collecting dust.

// alternatively, a short poem on love and ballet.

These circles spin around us
And we pirouette around them
And all we do is spin hopelessly
Against the current which pulls us
apart.

Red ribbons bind my feet
and tragic love story be told
It pains me to dance with you
But it hurts in the most magical 
of ways.

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed