October 19, 2015 5:54 A.M.
She wore shoes of black,
tip tap, tip tap, hits the wooden floor.
She stepped on a tack.
No worries, come to my office for something,
a medicine, a cure, a lace to heal it all.
A needle and a string.
Tip tap, she dances once again.
Putting on her golden laces,
does it hurt? Tell me, from one to ten.
On her tip toes she aches,
wanting to swing, wanting to dance,
She will do all that takes.
A dream, a dark passion, strip strap.
The little girl dances,
with a doll on her lap.