And I Danced...

by Savanah TheWriter

To ease the pain I step ever so gracefully

Down a hall of memories and broken picture frames

Ticking clocks and once beautiful mirrors I have shattered in anger

My skirt pulls into the thought of happiness

With one foot out I fall to the oak floors

Looking up to a glass ceiling

Every star looks back at me, grinning

They whisper their secrets and send me new dreams

And it is for them that I dance

To keep the peace

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