The girl in golden ballerina shoes
Was the epitome of beauty and grace
With skin as light as milk and as smooth as cream.
I wondered what it was like to be inside of her.
The girl in golden ballerina shoes
Had rainbow colored nails
Her insides must be filled with light I thought
I wondered what it was like to be inside of her.
Her hair was bigger than a lion’s mane
But I wouldn’t mind get lost in it
Because oh how wonderful would her world be
For she was the only one with eyes as deep as the sea.
I talked to her she talked to me.
After years she let me in her life
She wasn’t that beautiful
When I looked at her up close
She wasn’t about her skin
She was about her clothes
She stopped wearing ballerina shoes for no reason
I felt she was changing but she blamed the season.
Finally she let me inside of her
Nothing inside of her could pull me out
For all that I thought of her was only what I thought of her
People aren’t usually what you think of them
Rainbow colored nails don’t necessarily mean they paint
It was so dark inside of her that I had to burn myself for light
You know what burning yourself means don’t you?
It means choosing to kill yourself over everything that keeps you alive
The girl in golden ballerina shoes was the reason for my death
But no one would ever know because I died inside of her
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