Through crimson lips, she whispers
hands of porcelain slowly, she turns, her features blurred
dancing alone in the night
a dress of tattered silk, catching on the wind
a small smile painted in her eye, a tear in the other
a crack, her heart had broken, once, long ago
slowly the turning stops
she stumbles,a winding key in her back
waits for the next one who wants to makes her dance
(OOC: ga tau cuma ide numpang lewat di otak hehehe)
