Pointe Shoes
By Phoebe L
The shoes, they do a lot for me.
They touch the ground, so I touch the sky
They get all worn, and a little bit torn
They have a block, and I never wear socks
The pink starts to wear; the ribbons look bare
They feel the weight, so I feel the air
Day after day they sit and they wait, in a dusty old bag, but just like bait, they draw me in so at night I can dance, and they help me to take a brand new chance.
I know deep down we could never part, because I love them with all of my heart.
They give me blisters, yet I treat them like sisters.
Just the music, the pointe shoes and me.