Extra feet

What's the primary theme of a ball?
If not to christian the dancefloor with our dancing shoes?
Me? I'd lingered more in hall ways,
Paying tributes to the fleeting shadows of each dancer
Satisfied with just watching swooshing skirts make quick escape
I'd already filled my cards so when asked,
I'd engaged in small talks
Feigned feint when insistence was breached
Not a fine act but dancing is an art worthy to be portrayed in the right lime light
I'll get there someday
But for now, let the masters lead once more

What do I make of attention?
Save for the desolation that accompanies it
What do I hear in the slapping sounds made by passing feet?
Except for the noise and aches that comes with it
What do I know of promises?
Setting aside the sense of responsibility it bags
That one time I'd now dare to visit,thanks to the passage of time
Give me a pen and a paper,I'd be outspoken then
Give me a keypad with access to social platforms and I'd come up with vivid descriptions
Before a crown?,under the spotlight?
Not so much I guess
Open critics from the sea of eyes would choke out the coherence of my words out of me

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