stop signs and ballerinas by Olivia Weinkein(this is an old one but still very much alive)
cruisin' on the wooden bridge
and we should get out
(don't jump)
flirting with the building thats fishing
right over there
cause she's in love again
we're only drunk
playing with time and lighters
bottles that break when thrown too hard
and all i wanted to do was dance on the
stop sign
"you're not a ballerina.."
but God
if i only were. 10/14/2002 Posted on 10/14/2002 Copyright © 2024 Olivia Weinkein
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Leah Laiben on 03/17/03 at 10:06 PM I was feeling a little down today...thought I'd come read this one, I always did love it. Oh, and you are STILL not a ballerina, okay? |
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