she draws thin thorns in her sorrows, slips her most beautiful shoes on the white dance floor so she can feel the little breath of closeness and warmth, she approaches her boundary of the white powder and the amounts she encapsulates in her sweat heels but she thirsts she wants to feel the minimal feeling of emotion as she thirst for closeness, warmth and beautiful words her reddish hair runs over the dance floor in her green dress spins over the dance floor where she can feel the heat near red lip meets new every day she likes never she wants more but nothing she gets nothing more she gets