the spotlight was on you alone, on the center stage.
you not only enjoyed it you took advantage of it.
all the eyes glued to your unperfect perfectness.
how we became stuck on the image,
wait why did I say we? I meant me.
most are still stuck, but the glue holding me down,
it wore off or I chipped it off with my teeth.
however it happened I am free, left with only memories.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
