Tipsy Ballerina: part one draft

 
That tipsy little ballerina
She’s an angel,
caressed with slivers of ink,
Such a beautiful temperament
with so much strife in her life
living has been quite a feat...

But I see her silhouette
dancing on the window panes
bouncing off the walls
That tipsy little ballerina
Has got the stars ready to fall...

That tipsy little ballerina
A stumbling and bumbling optimist..
She can grab, tag and open my chest...
I don’t mind...
after all I...
Never learned what’s it like to feel alive

That tipsy little sleeping alchemic gracing the floor with her form, but now that beautiful ballerina is curled up on the floor, wishing for more...
aren’t we all, but in the other room sounds pour through the door.
It’s the voices of the light coming through, she smiled when she knew
It’s her sons and that place has never been so bright.
Each and every night

Dreams barrel through that tipsy little ballerina’s head
while she’s finally fallen asleep
She’s a Queen and an artists friend so that heavy head’s crown
has given an inheritance of a kingdom within that gently weeps
Feeding off the energy
While the King and Queen sleeps..

It’s a moment of bliss
That’s stretched into the vast openness
The Tipsy Little Ballerina and every second of compassion missed,
Came back and it’s now considerate, she’s the muse that kissed the artist’s wrist,
And he drew her in a range of hues, for he knew what he could do to woo beautiful woman too, each time his inspiration grew, waiting for the day someone tells her “ I think I’ve fallen in love with you” he’ll paint her masterpiece the second the knee falls, ever after in this kingdoms hall.

Awake she’s smiling, for dreams are her best friend and worst enemy but there’s been a truce so she’s hasn’t had to cut the wolves loose , she dances in the frame beautifully behaved; scared and excitable but her hearts set to defend, that tipsy little ballerina and all the things she says, silly girl you’ve only broken into the first chapter, how could you know end?...