The Falling Stars

⋆𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘉𝘰𝘹⋆

Pointed shoes and dainty feet,

Hands that couldn't hurt a fly.

On my tip-toes, one foot glued to the floor,

All because I was too fragile.

You managed to cage me in a pink corset,

And a skirt of ruffles 'round my waist.

But it wasn't just that, it wasn't just that.

It caged my heart and chained my fate.

With one foot glued to the ground,

And my cheeks carved to show my smile.

And my eyes are closed, hands with a soft red rose,

So I can't but hold all the tears inside.

And I spin, slowly, with the soft, echoing chimes,

Chimes that echoed my beating heart.

But my heart has been timed, to beat with that rhyme,

And I spin and dance, and play my part.

My hands are poised, graceful and lady-like,

And several other changes, that changed me.

But this was destined, I couldn't have tried,

I had no choice, but to spin slowly.

I'm not me here, but I'm not mad.

The world beyond me is way too hard.

And the person I was, it was just too sad,

To see her mess up and fall apart.

It was too hard, to be your opponent.

And so I submitted to your sword's end.

And I agreed, to become like a puppet,

A dancer in a music box; and no longer a friend. 

And so you kept me in your music box,

And I spun eternally, in your music box,

And I'm not me here, but I don't have to fear.

To dance with you, to the soft chimes of your music box.

To play with you, a game of cards and tears.

To face you, with what I thought you feared.

But you won the game, and I lost.

My heart and my mind, caged in a music box.

~LonelyComets

18.9.18

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it's blesch ik im so sorry im dead my real life is showing a code red error