When I awakened, I made you cry… Tears of joy… I made you want me just by my gentle cry. When I started to learn, I was a dreamer, Too hyper to listen… Too imaginative to sit still… Yet I made you laugh and I bewitched you with only my laughing eyes. When I grew to a child, I was your ballerina, Dancing to the music playing in my own mind And yet I was your typical jock, Your own little tomboy. When I became a young woman, the clown had died, Leaving only the words of a mime in its place Shy and quiet… I made you love me with my soothing sigh. When I changed into a butterfly, I became a dancer Dancing to silence… Dancing to laughter… Dancing to tears….Birth sign: Scorpio
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