Tell me ballerina
Did you smash your little feet
When you walked out on the street
When you realized the world is a pain marcarade to your dispise

Perfect creature
run from danger
beatiful sonnets and painted leisures
the spotlight dims on this tragic stage

Reality takes it toll on an ancient keepsake of the mind
she cowardly confesses
Shes afriad of what she might find
and what she doesnt get
theres a truth that lies beneath this curtain of innocence
something so discrete
she missed her chance
and shes afraid to bleed

perfect creature
run from danger
beatiful sonnets and painted leisures

its not over