Mood: lazy
Now Playing: Big Love Adagio by Bond
I warn you, this poem's crap. X-x It about what happened to one of my characters. Because I'm to lazy to write a short story.
Last Dance
Little Ballerina
standing in the wooden floor
twirling to the music
as you dance the night away.
We watch and clap for you
as you jump and dance for us.
You bow and roses fly
as you stand center stage.
But nothing lasts forever.
Nothing can stay the same.
Now it's your turn to fall.
Your turn to fade away.
The spotlight's dim
and the applause is gone.
You're alone now, and no longer little.
As you stand center stage.