Paper Roses
This is an edited copy of the text from my dance performance piece this past term. Oh, my reader. *wry smile* How far we've come.
When love is young, her eyes are wide
she laughs at the soundtrack for life.
But song married sorrow when she was grown up,
this "one who loved not wisely, but too well."
--
If I close one eye, I can't see you
from where you sit at my right.
Shall I hide, then, from love and from pain
and walk half blind all my life?
--
Total Eclipse of the Heart (music)
--
damn it, be happy!
at least don't be sad
at least do not show it
at least the day's over
tomorrow, don't come.
--
how many nights will I cry before it is bitterness, and not stubborness, that dries my eyes?
--
I will not destroy me for you.
--
All the pretty stories fade. I'm learning that life is real. Life is real. Life is blood and dirt and calloused hands. It's the panic I feel when I try to kiss a guy, the trust I still don't have in myself. But life is also the sunrise: immediate and vibrant and more real than the false dreams and true nightmares that keep me awake to see it. So let this dance be complete. I want to learn to dance the sunrise.
--
fin.
-esperanza
When love is young, her eyes are wide
she laughs at the soundtrack for life.
But song married sorrow when she was grown up,
this "one who loved not wisely, but too well."
--
If I close one eye, I can't see you
from where you sit at my right.
Shall I hide, then, from love and from pain
and walk half blind all my life?
--
Total Eclipse of the Heart (music)
--
damn it, be happy!
at least don't be sad
at least do not show it
at least the day's over
tomorrow, don't come.
--
how many nights will I cry before it is bitterness, and not stubborness, that dries my eyes?
--
I will not destroy me for you.
--
All the pretty stories fade. I'm learning that life is real. Life is real. Life is blood and dirt and calloused hands. It's the panic I feel when I try to kiss a guy, the trust I still don't have in myself. But life is also the sunrise: immediate and vibrant and more real than the false dreams and true nightmares that keep me awake to see it. So let this dance be complete. I want to learn to dance the sunrise.
--
fin.
-esperanza