Sarah Corda
New member
Pointe shoes
After dedicating hours to finding the best pair
I become obsessed
I adore your pristine, pink perfection
The way you begin; soft, shiny, satin
Arriving at class
Tying the ribbons right
Into criss-crosses
Pointe shoes
Strolling onto the dance floor
How I love the sound you make
The box hits the wood and strikes
You hold me up right from my toes
Without you, I would be nothing
Pointe shoes
Breaking in takes weeks, even months
But you are worthy of my time
Although at this point you are old and tattered
Elephant skin, in a dull pink
After dedicating hours to finding the best pair
I become obsessed
I adore your pristine, pink perfection
The way you begin; soft, shiny, satin
Arriving at class
Tying the ribbons right
Into criss-crosses
Pointe shoes
Strolling onto the dance floor
How I love the sound you make
The box hits the wood and strikes
You hold me up right from my toes
Without you, I would be nothing
Pointe shoes
Breaking in takes weeks, even months
But you are worthy of my time
Although at this point you are old and tattered
Elephant skin, in a dull pink