On the delicate notes of life, I dance away
gradually unfastening
the mismatched ties..
I loose these limbs, open the eyes
shedding dried thoughts on this brightly lit day,
on the delicate notes of life, I lift my head up and dance away.
I lift my head up, they watch me and talk
as the lines on my feet
rub against the cold concrete;
I'm not a puppet honey,
you are a part of my play
on the delicate notes of life, I smirk and dance away.
I swirl around like smoke,
or a gorgeous stroke of brush
softening the wounded area
where the blood once rushed.
Don't stop.. this girl might go astray,
on the delicate notes of this thing called life, I dance away.
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