My sweet and fragile ballerina,
I was mesmerized the moment our eyes met.
Every step you take makes my heart beat uniquely.
Your gestures, the way you express yourself while dancing,
All of it is precious to me. I wish the world could see you through my eyes,
For they would see what I see.
An angel destined to brighten people's lives,
A being whose radiance should not be bought and hidden from the world.
Even knowing how unhappy your fate will be,
I can't look away. My sweet and innocent ballerina,
The more beautiful the flower, the more desired it is,
And you are the most beautiful.
You will be praised, pampered, manipulated until another flower appears.
My ballerina, You are no longer sweet or innocent,
Your dance has lost its shine,
Your wings no longer soar,
And my heart feels nothing but sadness.
Once a ballerina, now only a shadow of what you once were.
YOU ARE READING
illusions
Poetry"This is where I write down my thoughts and ideas about various topics that pique people's curiosity."
