The Perfect Pointe Shoe

The perfect pointe shoe on my feet.
Like fresh cut wood,
and as hard as a rock,
their beige colour matches my skin,
velvet on my finger tips.

The perfect pointe shoes been waiting for me.
Sitting in an old dusty ancient box
knowing that they belong to me.

Big bulky blisters
and bright red blood in between my toes.
Sweat dripping from my head like rain.
My hands can't stop shaking.
My whole body is hurting.

The perfect pointe shoes
are now too small for me
Time to say my last goodbyes,
and time to buy some new ones.