Expectations dances on the highest keys of the piano,

Before dropping back down again,

In a minor scale,

Ringing through the music hall.

She wears a silk gown that flows all around her,

Like a white chocolate river.

Her dark hazel eyes, smiling at you,

Offering you her hand,

And hope.

Sometimes she leaves you standing in the rain,

For hours,

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She tossed her toe shoes out the window. The soft light pink ribbon,

Usually circling her equally pink capiezio tights, now entwined with

The snow as white as the Swan Lake tutu.

The fire blazed brightly in the cold room,

Her hands quivering around the various colored leotards, ranging in size and style.

She tossed each on into the blazing fire,

As red ( Read more... )