Show business isn't as glorious as you'd think,
There's not much glory that comes form this stage,
Yet us actors trade all the lovely pieces of our life,
For a split second of grace and beauty.

Don't mention the back stage,
No to an actor at least,
I'm afraid nothing good happens there,
At least for us, it's just heartbreak and longing.

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Update on My face
These days
Mostly clear.
A reminder
Compounded in my chest cavity
This:
One simply cannot exude beauty
When they are ugly on the inside

You pointed out
all my favorite love stories begin in hatred
an offhand comment about the books and shows
I consume like air

I realized there's nothing I want more
then for someone to see me for my worst
pick apart every negative attribute

yet still promise to love me
all of me

Remember those nights
When we were close.
All the trouble to you, I cause.
We had All the fun and watched many shows.
I miss those the most when you giving me  romantically rose.
You are the best thing that happened to me you know.

The overflowing sadness,
that courses through thy vein.
Thy heavy mask,
that thou places upon thy face,
for thous never-ending show.
But thou always ask is it worth it?
for is it really worth it?.

The life
Was so lazy
The night covers the day
The sun surely delays

The fear was gotten
The trouble is bigger
The heart is annoyer

As it does not smell
The scent spreads and gains
Good kind of soul

The blossom which opens
When it sees and shows
By my eyes which adore

To look after every rose
That will belongs to you sure