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Sitting under
a shrouded sky
a lone star
peeking through
a lone cicada
strums a love song
on the night air
hoping for a reply
while a lone heart wilts
like a spent petal
on a faded flower
intense
immense
nonsensical
feelings
strangling
dangling
longing thoughts
until they wince
leaving
handprints
ever since
gracious giver
fabulous faker
smiles for miles
just because it's
not as messy
sometimes life
has to be lived
on a stage
and we play
our part like
we're vying for
an award
but there's
no reward
just a
random spotlight
so never
let them see you
sweat
cry
try
fall
frown
fail
check your smile
once in a while
to make sure it's
still on straight
keep your heart
stashed away
keep it all hidden
like
a ninja
maybe
someday
you'll get a
starring role.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. β€οΈ
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Gracious giver and fabulous faker, I especially loved that!