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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