Dancing Toes
I see flared skirts spinning around in circles
A piano plays the melody of a broken heart.
I see, tip toes dancing along with one another.
A violin plays a harmony of a sorrowful song.
The toes have its own rhythm,
its story to tell.
These dancing feet..
They dance a slow painful song of heart ache.
It dancing through the dark shades of woman hood.
Dances through the pain of never being able to be a girl.
They dance.
They spin.
They step.
Steppin' through the shards of a glass broken heart.
One sharp piece cuts one
blood pools out of an agonizing cut.
The music has faded.
The tune is destroyed.
Where are they to go now?
Where are they to turn.
The skirt falls to them wanting to flare again.
But there's no beat,
no rhythm,
no tune.
It is quiet...
There are no more songs.
A wind is blown
The skirt is lifted;
it wants to dance.
They perk up.
They stand with their positions
with that they dance again.
They dance to the wind as it brushes between them.
They dance with bloody scars on each toe.
This must be what it feels like to dance through hell.
No songs,
no voices.
None are willing to cry...
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Heartbreak Hotel (Editing)
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