burnout
No one notices the stiff and awkward poses, they just see the glitz and glam-
The rhinestones look so shiny as she dances with the band.
Her smile is so pretty, her beauty lights up the whole room;
We clap our hands and cheer as she prances merrily to her doom.
It's always the brightest stars, the ones who weren't supposed to cause us worry-
But if you want to save her from the fire, I urge you'd better hurry.
They're sharpening their pitchforks, she doesn't see it coming-
She is standing in the spotlight when she really should be running!
YOU ARE READING
your heart breaks forevermore
PoetryA combination of both free-verse poetry and story-telling, I hope you all enjoy this collection as much as I enjoyed writing it. Poetry has always been such a peaceful escape for me, whether it be based on something real or entirely plucked from the...
