The stares.
The people.
The joke.
The feeling.
As I stood in front of a million.
Oh those stares they kill.
They fill you up.
No girl you're lost.
You'll pay the cost.
For those crowds they speak,
And well you're weak.
The stage.
The game.
The players.
The screams.
As I stood in front of a million.
Oh those stares they kill.
They fill you up.
No girl you're lost.
You'll pay the cost.
For the crowds they speak,
And well you're weak.
If only I'd known,
I would have won
If only I'd seen,
I would have been mean.
But I didn't know.
I didn't see.
For those stares they killed me.
They filled me.
They lost me.
They costed.
For the crowds they spoke to me,
As I was so weak.
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PoetrySequel to "The Unspoken Words." "When clock struck twelve. And the mind spoke twice. I saw the path to wisdom. I shut the door, and let it all out." Copyright 2019 © by Ally M. All Rights Reserved
