Dance Away.

On the delicate notes of life, I dance away

gradually unfastening

the mismatched ties..

I loose these limbs, open the eyes

shedding dried thoughts on this brightly lit day,

on the delicate notes of life, I lift my head up and dance away.

I lift my head up, they watch me and talk

as the lines on my feet

rub against the cold concrete;

I'm not a puppet honey,

you are a part of my play

on the delicate notes of life, I smirk and dance away.

I swirl around like smoke,

or a gorgeous stroke of brush

softening the wounded area

where the blood once rushed.

Don't stop.. this girl might go astray,

on the delicate notes of this thing called life, I dance away.

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