How matter I try,
No one will see it,
Whenever she try,
She always steal it,
I wish I was her,
Wish she was dead,
But the theatre,
Still open for my head,
I see the past,
But she looking for the future,
The dream she had,
Not as beautiful as my future,
She took over the throne,
When I almost reach it,
The theatre closed,
And that I reach the throne,
Successfully took over,
But nobody see it,
It's already over,
When I still on it,
Not an attention seeker,
Cause I am the player,
Doing my prayer,
To double my patience layer.
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English Poetry Collection
PoetryLife, is a kind of things that exist that give pain first before the pleasure. Saying that life is easy is like saying a poet cannot write poems.
