I don't want to pretend
-but the crowds love me-
I beam on the stage.
The world I fake
Lies at my feet.
So I take these chances,
And I conquer the stage,
And I mutter to myself,
'it'll be my last show'.
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Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020
Pretend
I don't want to pretend
-but the crowds love me-
I beam on the stage.
The world I fake
Lies at my feet.
So I take these chances,
And I conquer the stage,
And I mutter to myself,
'it'll be my last show'.