Ballerina’s with scars.
Delicate souls walk on tiptoes.
Too afraid to feel.
In case their hearts shatter like glass.
Because they know.
Love is often as fragile as a gossamer thread.
To believe it real or dare to pirouette across its length is too big a risk.
And so they choose to dance with lament instead.
While the moon keeps their hearts safe in her shadows.
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