Category : Poems
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Strolling down the slick pavement overcome with tears
Erupting with feelings of love
For my forever soulmate
Oh, how my dress of silver and gold
Had brought together the match of me a ballerina
And you a talented Designer
I remember that one fateful night Tommy the Designer
Had come upon me as I was struck by tears
Recognizable I was to him as a ballerina
The dress I had made for the show was in ruins, one that I had made out of love
It was sewn with strands of silver and gold
For the dance I was to do with a song titled “Soulmate”
A sad song for a man who believed for him, there was no Soulmate
Dragged he was into the life of a designer
Being the symbol of silver and gold
As the years past he couldn’t help but be succumb by tears
For he had earned the wrong type of love
Being admired for his skills by many ballerina
I’ve failed the studio as a ballerina
I couldn’t dance to the song titled “Soulmate”
I couldn’t dance the mans song of no love
I couldn’t dance the cries of the designer
I couldn’t stop his tears, and now I can’t stop my tears
For I’ve ruined my elegant dress of gold
The man was a representation of silver and gold
A gift to every young ballerina
Who would stop the young girls from tears
While they danced upon the stage for their soulmate
The young designer
Gave the girls a chance at their love
In the embankment Tommy my young love
Had taken my dress and sewn together the silver and gold
From that point on I was this designers
Favorite ballerina
For luckily he didn’t have a song titled “soulmate”
And he wasn’t succumb by sad tears
But tears of love
My silver and gold dress brought my soulmate
My soulmate a designer and me a ballerina
