Tap Dance

A Poem by GlamGirl

I was nowhere near her perfection

I watched her feet,

tapping out a beautiful

melody.

My anxious feet tried to copy her

exact movements.

A trip, a scuff, a jump.

I was nowhere near her

perfection.

Her movements fluid but quick,

each sound distinct.

I watched in awe as she

glided

through the routine.

No mistakes.

I envied her.

My idol.

© 2011 GlamGirl

Author's Note

Still trying to break through writer's block.
Not very good, sorry. :P

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Searching 4 Serenity

There was a time that I wished to learn how to tap dance. Nothing wrong with a guy admitting that.

Posted 14 Years Ago

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Added on May 4, 2011
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17, competitive dancer, musician, runner, general dork. I used to post a lot a few years ago, and I've found some interest again through a poetry class I am taking at school. Looking forward to pos.. more..