[Poem] Pretty Girls Dance

Based on my feeling about the now-finished School Musicale and the upcoming prom.

Pretty Girls Dance

The scent of the air was sweet and tense
The sweat rolled in beads round pearly face
Painted with iridescent colors of false loveliness
Hair done up, pins in every nook and cranny

Swell of a song that keeps on going
Even past the first few notes of this song
That's younger than time, younger than rhyme
Yet it's been going strong for so long

It's the feeling of weightlessness when I spin
And I ignore the audience watching through The Fourth Wall
The fact it's a wall says it all, and I seize this opportunity
Because I know it's my last - very last, very last - chance to feel this

Like the Earth is spinning beneath my feet
And I'm lifted by clouds of magic and music
The notes swell with each step and I ignore
The fact that I'm teetering in stilletos that might catch my petticoat

But too soon the song is over and the lights are dim
It's supposed to be warm in the stage lights but I'm cold
I know it's over but as I exit in the dark I hold my head high
High-five my partner, thank you for helping me fly

Unfortunately girls can't soar on their own in waltzes.
But if they could, I would join hands with myself and fly
Across the boards as if treading air
And I loved the moment, the feeling, the dance, the stars in my eyes

It's the key to flying I try to capture days later
As I run up stairs and the wind threads its fingers through my hair
But it's different now, because the song is gone and the beat is off
And I stand there, in jogging pants, feeling graceless

Dancing on clouds of manmade smoke
Too bad it's my last dance for the year (for my high school life?)
The prom is looming but my eyes are starless
At fifteen I learned only pretty girls get to dance

Fin.