A pointing of my foot,
A step to the side,
To dance away
And never hide.
A small port de bras ,
Stretching through.
A long developpe
That I reach into.
A pas de chat to the right,
And and entrechat in place.
Leaping through the air,
With the utmost grace.
Small sashay,
Little batma,
Sweet little dancer
With ballet law.
YOU ARE READING
Until I Fall
PoetryJust a collection of poetry that I write. Yes, it's just another collection of poetry written by another angsty teenager. Sorry I'm not a professional and I don't have as much life experience, but I really don't care. I'm just going to write. I coul...
