The Broken Ballerina
Walking, Talking, Laughing, Smiling
Laying, Silent, Frowning, Crying.
By day one way, By night another.
No one to pick up the shattered pieces,
But when you came along...
So did the light
Dancing, Turning, Smiling, Leaping.
You showed me what happiness was.
You were my mentor,
You were my friend.
You may not be a person,
But you live on inside of me.
Dancing, Laughing, Turning, Smiling.
I was shattered,
Broken.
The pointe shoes
Put me back together
Now I'm always...
Dancing, Laughing, Turning, and Smiling.
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