swinging brown curls
taffeta swirls
it's Annabelle's Dancetiny pink toes
a turned up nose
stars in her handsshe's tossing her stars up into the sky
sparkling promises light up the night
she watches them gleam—each one a dream
of who she will grow up to belong gangly arms
teenage charm
it's Annabelle's Dancespinning around
feet kiss the ground
she's dreaming of wild romanceshe still sees the stars but sometimes they go dark
she's turning and learning life can be hard
she isn't so sure of herself anymore
the stars aren't as bright as beforepouting red lips
spiraling hips
it's Annabelle's Danceflailing about
twirling with doubts
no-one understandsthe stars are falling out of the sky
she's losing her light and she doesn't know why
she's still just a child in her mind's eye
whirling and writhing and dancing through lifeswinging brown curls
taffeta swirls
it's Annabelle's Dance