A dancer on the edge of dreams
Where nothing's quite the way it seems
Placed all her champions into teams
And pulled upon their strings
She led them to her web of lies
A flash of skin to strengthen ties
Her blatant crimes and alibis
Help pull upon their strings
A juggler of the highest class
Turned ashen faced attending mass
The vicar blushed her brazen pass
To pull upon his strings
Her self esteem is low at best
Helps justify her heartless quest
To gather men into her nest
And pull upon their strings
The love she sought was close at hand
A rugged handsome one man band
The beach's finest grain of sand
She dropped her ball of strings
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peto (
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Comments4
A sense of treating most in a negative way, playing games until she caught the one she wanted, nicely expressed and written, enjoyed the read
Great to hear you enjoyed
Truly appreciate such support
Many thanks
You are very welcome
A well written poem with rhythm, rhyme, meter and flow it works and has a message to boot making it a fave
Thank you
Appreciate the review
Extremely grateful
My pleasure
Really enjoyed it
Good to see you Tony
Many thanks
Your poem seems to revolve around a woman who embodies both the roles of a dancer and a juggler, suggesting a performance of life where she orchestrates relationships to fulfill her desires while dealing with her low self-esteem and the consequences of her actions.
You got me sussed friendship
I truly appreciate your time and support
Extremely grateful
You're very welcome, Peto.
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