You can only dance this waltz for so long before the music stops and your stepping on someone's toes.
As this dance slows to a halt, and it feels as if the magic of the moment has gone.
Array as you open your eyes to a new display of dancers and, of music
you've never heard before this.
Its a sudden movement. As people move off and forward, and your reeling back.
All feelings gone. As partners touch, and hold. You've finally chosen to let go of another's hand.
For this dance is one that's been unknown to you. Unheard of even.
You're standing tall and still unmovable as if turned into a statue.
There performing step's and turning heads all in one single movement of
shoes tapping on the surface of a wax glass base on the ground.
Your silent barley living in this in-between. Of the graces of dresses swishing and hands clapping. In approval of the perfect show.
Heel's tapping at speeds you've never seen. Yet, it seems like there
rarely moving enough for you to realize they have moved to another
spot.
Like butterflies in summer batting their wings to catch air. You're still transfixed when all of a sudden.
Known to the rest of the dancers that this song is over. These steps have
come to a close.
It's descending as the dancers bow, and smile. Keeping still as stone. IN
THERE LAST POSES... your stunned to it all, finally opening your
eyes for once to the world of what could have been but will never be....
YOU ARE READING
The Words Worlds Poetry P. Zero:Its the First words From NicolletteNikki Enjoy!
PoetryThis is basically all the poetry I have uploaded when I first joined onto wattpad. Its compiled into this simple group and I hope you enjoy it and the many, many mistakes in them because I am very bad at proof reading and you don't have to tell me...
