the broken dance.

Posted: January 13, 2015 by gracebannister in GraceB

Blistered feet

Dancing on a Sea

Of Broken glass

And Unfounded dreams.

Empty hands

Clutching a partner,

Who just is not there.

Hollow eyes,

Seeing Everything

And nothing.

Numb Skin.

No wisp of wind,

nor sweet caress.

A doll,

made of glass.

Dancing alone.

On the isle of foolish children,

And broken hearts.

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