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I can't stand it anymore
My limbs are aching and my spine feels tortured
My body wants to collapse on the floor from exauhstion
I feel I might deflate.
You pick me up from my weak state and prop me up again
I just want it to end.
I want to relax and breath a little, but I hear you say
We're not through yet
I sigh again and reach forward toward you
My forehead glistens with sweat
I lift my leg up to that awkward pose I dispise so much
I don't think you understand... Or maybe you do
But to feel the way I feel right now..
There's too much pressure on me and I
Almost can't handle the heat you force out of me
Your hand touches my mid section ever so lightly
You lead me to where you want me to be.
I can't help but think how I never have a say..
I look back toward you just for a moment
Your concentration level is so high
I look forward again to the mirror
how odd we both look...
I smile comes across my dreary face
I try to imagine a different setting, one not so forced upon me
The music on the video brings me back to life
As we try to mimic those moves.
Your such a professional
I feel like an idiot, I'd never thought of doing this at all
But I got suckered in again...
My flimsy skirt flys up as you spin me around to face you
You help my arms to fly straight up into the air,
Swift, quick movements now, we're getting to the finale.
My other leg flys up and you catch it with perfect grace.
You toss me back a little then real me in again.
I notice where your going and Im forced to follow
Our moves are as one, my arms fly over your shoulders
my toes come up to a point,
I can't believe we came this far.
Usually we stop half way because I can't take it.
The dvd stops and you look at me
You can't believe what we just did,
We've never gone this far.
I collapse on the floor tired, sweaty
I look at you, you toss me my duffle bag
All I can think is "wow"
I pick myself up, hug you good-bye
I see a twitch in your eye and laugh..
"next ballet practice we'll get it right" you say
I walk out of the studio, and the lights go black.
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