She dances among her beauty, her aura, her being surounds her
The pains shed by all things irrelevant, are unable to surmount her

She moves within the music, its as if it plays to her step
As she begins to move in grace she is all that is left

Shes masked behind her splender, to those unknown it is her being
The reddened eyes of fury though, is all shes capable of seeing

She dances for the love, the pain, the strife, all of her consistency
She moves to the bass of her beating heart, the music, simply adds vibrancy

Each toed step is a step away from past pain and still moves her closer to more
The earthy pose her body forms reveals her bodies aching core

The dress flowing from her body, covers past wounds well, it adds to the mask
Her eyes played up in colored hughes more advently complete the task

When asked, the color of her eyes she simply is able to state
My dance my movements, my bleating heart is the color my eyes shall take

Blood shot they peruse the theater, her pain apparent but its depths remain unknown
As the emotionful music plays her face loses grace, the pain is finally shown

The tears fall from her hurting eyes as she dances the theater grows blurry
The steps still are performed theyre part of her nature, they depict each feeling of fury

The music ceases, as pain increases, the final bow is taken
She walks from the stage, still full of rage, the origin of her pain stands unshaken

Her shoes slipped from her feet, her dress from her body she stands in bare truth
As clothes are slipped on, her eyes become grey, she covers every evident piece of proof

jus what i got from it....kinda took off but uh oh well lol
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*nice pic tho, evoked alot of emotion*