To her it means everything
dun matter the suffering
the lights are the target
the others are surrogate
a step onto the hard wood
livens up her mood
her eyes downcast
upon her every planned step
the space so vast
much more depth
no one needs to gaze
all covered in the smoky haze
shadows have her grace
songs on her lips u can taste
its her silent movements
that holds short that moment
cant describe that stillness
but moving images
curtain to curtain
hangs the sweat stains
And there was where.
he.made his point.
and she flipped the coin
it never landed.
away she danced.
will she ever know?
