Pretty Paper Heart
March 11, 2013 § 20 Comments
Ballerina Ballerina….why do you cry?
Why do you lay, pillow hugged tight,
why do you hide tonight?
[My speaking part is ended now, did the character touch your life?]
Ballerina Ballerina…you must get up, put up a fight
get on the stage and dazzle, you’ve got to dance tonight.
[This role I’ve grown so used to will bow and exit this stage— you call life.]
It’s you are no one, Ballerina,
[The curtains close, and you’re alone—this play has ended heartrending.]
it’s you or no one…tonight
[But your heart will not break]
No jewelry box below you, no one will do this for you,
no spring to make you bounce, no motor to make you prance
[your blood will not bleed]
You’re built of cayenne, Ballerina,
your heart is painted in gold.
He has to hate you, Ballerina,
his heart is jaded and cold
[you’re possessed with a sensation you will not feel pain]
It’s you are no one, Ballerina, it’s you or no one…tonight.
[Stuff it down deeper, no one can see.
Stuff your heart full of pretty paper, and tie it with a string,
a false gift fot the next one…]
You’ve got to dance tonight.
[I pray she sets you free.]