This Site I call Pink Ballet *** The Ballerina She's a ballerina, gracefully refined Her waist is slim, her flow is smooth Her tender arms glide her through. She loves to dance on a stage with a crowd She moves the crowd and makes her mark. She's a ballerina, in her prime Endless hours, sleepless nights Her daily routine too much to bear Her body craves, her body cries. She's a ballerina she rules the stage Her every move, executed with precision She stands on her toes and leaps up high She makes her bow, a standing ovation. But when the curtains close And the crowd is gone She feels the pain, she feels the hurt She stares long, the diamonds on her shoes She dries her tears and makes her wish For deep inside she knows the truth. *** Please sign my Guest Book. Pink Ballet 2018 All Rights Reserved Designed by ©Marion Nanna Burrell