Forgetting the rules to save herself…

Leave your costume by the door, or you it will be yours forever more!

The rules clearly state ITS ONLY AN ACT AND NOT A FACT….

here runs in the  pretty young girl  to start her act…

As she sprayed herself with scents to attract, and shinning  of glitter….

she paints up her smile, as it protects her jitter.

Disrobing her self and into her new…

Her moment was here and right on cue.

Out she dances and prances of beauty….

The whistles are loud as words yell out…

She continues to dance until they shout…

Hearing the voices  Oh so loud….

Is when she has captured the souls of the crowd.

The end is near and that is clear…

Ending with a bow showing no fear.

Off she runs as fast as she can..

Removing her new, back to her self…

She remembered the lie which made her cry…

And forgot the fact, that it was only and act.

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Comments (4)
  • KittyK on Jul 4, 2011

    Awesome poetry!

  • aprilsong on Jul 4, 2011

    nice poem.

  • Redfiery on Jul 4, 2011

    this poem has a universal appeal…i read this thrice …this was so beautiful…sometimes we are forced to do something which we don want to…

  • Borhan on Jul 4, 2011

    Nice work.

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