You make it seem effortless
Patching the holes in my hand me down jeans
Lacing the scratches on my knees
Adding beauty to the old and damaged
Wrapping me in the finest linen
Your eyes glitter along with the diamonds
That you’ve hid me behind
But I wasn’t meant for the ballroom
I can’t promise you that I will still be beautiful
By the end of the first waltz
When I kick the heels off my two left feet
When my lace tights slip on the porcelain floor
That I won’t bend my knees too far
Lace is too thin to curtain my beast
I can’t promise you
That I won’t sever the ribbons
You’ve laced
To replace my spine
this is adorable.
this is adorable.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "