There she goes,
dressed in one of her many elegant dresses.
Moving whith grace like an ace.
Standing tall,
standing proud,
high on her shiny black heel.
And the moment she steps onto that lacquered white floor,
It is a sight to behold!
She leaves her elegant trail
everywhere she goes
'How does she do it!!!'ask even her foes
All untill the dance gets over,
when ms.pencil is so tired she passes out.
only to be woken up by sharp knives poking her face
And then she gets up fresh and sharp as ever.
YOU ARE READING
Lyrical Lady
PoetryThese are poems written by me in my various phases of life. I've decided to share it with the world. Give it a try, you might actually enjoy it...
