Ballerina

Lavender twirled in beautiful circles,

with sunshine on her smile.

Her dress made of roses,

and shoes made of air.

Gentle and fragile,

A soft flower.

But inside,

Violet lived.

She was lonely,

frigid and silent.

Her skin was of marble,

and her eyes did not shine.

Her dress was soaked in tears,

as she sat still, drowning in thorns.