You're unfair, you know everything about me, but I know nothing about you.
You are talented and yet I'm only smart, I see you sing dance and act, it was beautiful, like a star shinning through the night, who are you? Why are you acting like this? You're standing on the stage, with different clothes, different hair, why do you talk like that?
I don't understand, there are no script, the next play is not even due, why are you so cruel? Don't hurt me, after stepping off.
You came back, your smile shines, your soft voice I love it, even though I couldn't get the lead role even if I can't reach the star, or even take the next step, you waited, holding my hand, your smiling at me, why?
Why are you smiling? I see your shadow it seems hurt, I asked, you didn't answer, you're unfair.
You looked at me, your eyes it tells something more than it meets the eye, you said you love me, but your expression, is sad. Is there something I should know? Why aren't you telling me? Please answer.
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Philosophical tone writing
PoetryAll about a Philosophical tone, a story that has no characters, no places, no ending and no beginning, i sometimes write weird things, until i did my research, it takes time for me to think about what to write, feel free to read, it all be confusing...
