Thursday, October 15, 2015

The Page

Everyday I stand and play on my stage
Holding onto what they called a gravity
Every second I think I am on my edge
Time change the show into another history

I don't need the magic mirror on the wall
To pretend and say that I am good enough
I know how it feels when I fall, and fall
Until one day I could remember and laugh
Again I be friends with the ground
Who love me a loser, not a winner
In silence I hope I'd be found
By the lover for this sinner

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