Why can't I stretch?
Why can't I flip?
Why can't I leap?
Why can't I twirl?
Track is out of question.
I can barely walk.

Don't make me stop dancing.
Don't let me stop running.
If my nerves and ligaments are frayed by the end,
My ankles long gone,
Then at least I'll have finally had fun for a while.

I can't loose passion.
Not again.
I plead with you not to let me fall.

I won't be able to take another year.

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my recent poems have been trash, sorry 'bout that. Now I'll write from the heart again tho even if u guys stopped reading :)