makeup all over,
braided hair into a bun
wore the blue tutu,
that shimmered and sparkled.
heart beats fast,
doubts and negativity, attacking my head
till i remembered how long
ive dreamed about this night.
bright lights faced me,
took all the attention,
must put out a show
and keep the chin up, not low.
i danced, and swirled
with all my heart.
it felt a whole lot different,
whimsically and magically.
poised and bowed
the show has ended.
and oh, so flattering
claps, cheers, and flowers on my feet.
¨It's a wrap!¨ i let out a shout
finally, my best stood out.
and i am proud,
hearing my mother's applaud.
~
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hi guyyyyyys. First of all, thanks for reading this.
I am still deciding if I will continue this. If I do, I promise that this won't only be about a ballerina! There's something in this. Something called LOVE. HAHAHAHA, I know. Cooooorny.
FYI it is the ballerina who is the narrator of this. This is something diary-like about the ballerina so yeah.
So please leave a comment, vote, or whatever to support this poetry! :)))))))))))
LOVE YOU GUYS. :)
Btw, I also started a Greyson Chance fanfiction (since I'm an Enchancer) but there's a lot of wrong things there that I just have to fix.
Yours Truly,
Donaaaaaaa. <3
