Dancing on the rythm,
Curling up her toes..
She moves with a grace,
As her hair flows..
Tapping her feet,
On every beat..
Of the new music,
Resembling to one of those classics..
Just see how's she dancing,
On the string of hope..
Her life is a performance..
And she knows how to cope,
When she misses a step..
Instead of the slack,
She makes a comeback..
With another one of her moves,
Which proves..
Her worth,
And, the efforts she had done since birth....
(Well I don't have any idea about this.. Tell me your views, regarding this one.)
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PoetryTrying to be good But the world won't let me, Every good intentions, are misunderstood EVERYTHING is just seen.. As a trap, No matter what I do, I'm always bad.. So, now I stopped explaining, Cause I know they won't stop judging.. Because those who...
