When the ballroom lights dim,
And my body strongly contorting,
Limb by limb.
But I danced, turning and twisting.
I danced till I touched the brink,
It irked me that my feet were bruised.
It looked ugly, like a stain from ink.
Then I realized my tattered shoes.
When the moment died,
I was left to twirl so I could survive.
My roses ending up dried,
And my moments ended up in the archive.
When my wishes began to wilt,
Our stage began to tilt.