I am a decoration queen
I am a princess of the mask
My soul is happy on the scene
Under a magnifying glass
I’m standing under border lights
A tear is dropping off my cheek
And everyone believe in lies
That they can’t see behind the blink
These sparkles fit like second skin
And shine like stars on the night skies
They throwing roses at my feet
But thorns are stabbing like sharp knives
I see the blood on the dance floor
Yeah, Michael, you were right, you know
Those faces fade behind the shroud
I hear the wild cheers from the crowd
“Oh God, she’s just an acting queen!”
“You’re right, it’s life, not just a scene!”
“She put her soul into this dance”
“I know it wasn’t just pretence”
Applause have stopped. I hear some steps.
And now it’s quiet in the hall
There’s gonna be no more pretence
It was the last dance of my soul…
The last dance of the soul
© Copyright: Алинка Малышева, 2008
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It's really good when the soul wants to dance! And let this blessed situation go and go...
Sincerely,
Valery
Валерий Шувалов 21.03.2009 22:27 • Заявить о нарушении
Sincerely,
Valery
Валерий Шувалов 21.03.2009 22:27 • Заявить о нарушении