Center Stage
by: 1 5 s t i t c h e s
She sheds her clothes,
wearing her life
as if it's a story.
Ready to tell
whoever is listening.
With her arms at her |sides|
she looks out the window,
pretending she can
Y.
L
F
She sings a song
only she knows the words to.
A song that tells her
she is not alone.
Her body is small
and her frame is thin.
Patterns of scars,
wearing her transparent skin
d
o
w
n
like a worn sheet.
She sings louder,
telling herself
she is not a g h o s t.
With her toes in the carpet,
she leans forward.
Her head out the window-
she pretends to see the world
for all it has to offer-
And not for all it's shown her
against her will.
With the smile of a child,
she slowly spreads her Wings,
as she takes a deep breath,
and LOUDER she sings.
Her voice
c r i s
a r e
to the lonely trees through the night.
She sings a song that tells them
it was all worth the fight.
Exposed and beautiful
she sings even louder,
drowning out all the voices
that scream in her mind.
She leans forward,
a little closer -
kissing the wind,
in a silent g o o d n i g h t.
A higher note
takes more effort _________
and she stands on the --|windowsill|--,
holding her arms w i d e
as if she'll hold the world.
She sings as loud
as her body will allow,
showing everyone
just what she has to offer
though it's sacrificing herself.
She leans forward,
letting her voice
d
r
o
p
note by note and
word by word,
her eyes close.
Forward one more time,
she lets it all go
as her Wings unfold
and she starts to
y.
l
F
Spreading herself open,
her voice starts to fade,
turning into a whisper
while she silences
her moment of fame.
Her eyes betray her smile
as her looks betray her years.
Sad and beautiful
while she shines.
A star among a sky
of shrouded midnight,
watching the trees
as they wave their applause.
With her arms at her |sides|
she looks out the window,
pretending she has flown.
She sang a song
only she knows the words to.
A song that tells her
she is not alone.
She leans back,
a little farther -
kissing the wind,
in a silent g o o d n i g h t.
She steps <--back--
from Center Stage
just to [exit]
stage right.














Comments
*sings it to the riff, even deeper*
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You can't always sit in your corner of the forest and wait for people to come to you... you have to go to them sometimes.
-Winnie the Pooh
awesome work..
i liek the "feel" of this.. it just reminds me of.. feelings and stuff...
meh im tired
awesome work
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-be prepared-
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over
fate...
...which do you choose (pick one)
emotional, deep, and well thought out.
my comments are cliche right now,
my mood sucks
this rocks... what kinda riff did you write to?? i cant imagine any! *bangs head on desk*
haha, the structure of it helped me to visualise the tones of the words!
boodoop bee boo
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