She danced through the seasons Wearing and tearing her heart, Which she wore and showed off proudly, Awaiting her prince to come and dance. The girl had danced before but being as clumsy as she was, Often fell And astonished at her lack of grace and feminine manner Her prince would leave her halfway through a song. Alone. As the years brilliant colors began to fade, Her hope of finding a prince fell Along with the dead laves blowing in the wind. In the deep days of winter Her dress, the beautiful garment she poured the essence of her being into, Was ragged and tired. A reflection of her efforts. She retired to her seat. The year was coming to its end, Like the wine in her glass There was no time left to give. But just as the wine was gone and the year anew This quiet boy asked for her hand to dance. He loved every tear in her dresses seams Accepting her scars and showing her similar burdens he carried. The two tripped on their words Laughing, on the ground they fell upon, at the other couples around them. While they tried to fit societies accepted definition of lovers, The two enjoyed each others company and got lost in each others eyes Neither of the two were good at dancing anyway. The two ragged lovers thought on this as they held each other Long past the ending of the ball While the other picture perfect people ran out of time. This year was new This year was theirs
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 07:24:54 +0000
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