after what i saw last week
she's liable to fly off the handle at any time
and join a new band
she's craving the stage the lights
the recognition
willing to do what it takes
accept every invitation
desparate
for adoration
adornment-an ornament of style
which is catching the eye
and beautiful to look at on the outside
but wretched and dismembered on the inside
a lonely and empty soul
for even in the wake
of lights, camera, action
for which she should be honored
she let it be known
that she has other plans
always has other plans
another promise
of her life in lights
a dream she cannot nurture
never surely living, nor believing in her own
taking what she can
where ever it is offered
the leave in believe is spelled differently
and i'm just a spectator
of this unholy demise
that is driven by unworldly desire
for self motivated winnings
Monday, September 25, 2006
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