Myriad of Emotion
Bluelighter
(These are the lyrics to a song I recently wrote)
Perfect Ballerina
The finishing touches
On the perfect face.
She’s learning to be
All that they tell her.
In a small practice room
The delicate grace
Acts out the song
Embraced by mirrors,
Not the judges of art
She gives herself to
All at her own expense.
Waking up early to stay up late
To suck in, head high, chin up
All day, all night, all hours.
Then there’s the look.
The one knowing glace from
Someone who’s been there before
Who’s learned all the steps
Memorized the floor.
She basks in the light
Of the rare attention
Paid by the standard
She’s desperate to meet.
Pretend to ignore it
Until it finds you
For idle conversation,
Or barely a hello,
Or one coarse word
That will brighten the day.
Still she tries to meet perfection
Worthy of the knight
She sees in the dreams.
Waking up early to stay up late
To suck in, head high, chin up
All day, all night, all hours.
Then there’s the look.
The one knowing glace from
Someone who’s been there before
Who’s learned all the steps
Memorized the floor.
She remembered every move,
Walked on clouds of air
To be the one thing
That someone would need
To change their world.
Perfect ballerina
Practiced all your life
For a performance you
would never give.
Perfect Ballerina
The finishing touches
On the perfect face.
She’s learning to be
All that they tell her.
In a small practice room
The delicate grace
Acts out the song
Embraced by mirrors,
Not the judges of art
She gives herself to
All at her own expense.
Waking up early to stay up late
To suck in, head high, chin up
All day, all night, all hours.
Then there’s the look.
The one knowing glace from
Someone who’s been there before
Who’s learned all the steps
Memorized the floor.
She basks in the light
Of the rare attention
Paid by the standard
She’s desperate to meet.
Pretend to ignore it
Until it finds you
For idle conversation,
Or barely a hello,
Or one coarse word
That will brighten the day.
Still she tries to meet perfection
Worthy of the knight
She sees in the dreams.
Waking up early to stay up late
To suck in, head high, chin up
All day, all night, all hours.
Then there’s the look.
The one knowing glace from
Someone who’s been there before
Who’s learned all the steps
Memorized the floor.
She remembered every move,
Walked on clouds of air
To be the one thing
That someone would need
To change their world.
Perfect ballerina
Practiced all your life
For a performance you
would never give.
