The stage.

You're too late babydoll
you have the stage
we've met the end
so come on and take a bow

we put on quite a show
for them
but the audience never loved you
how could that be true?

When you worked for them so long
put your faded best foot forward
poured your heart into the song

you were such a lovely doll
but no one wants to play.
broken porcelain draws blood
from pretty fingers

fallen from a pedestal
into ashes
would you have fallen if he'd held onto your hand?
you let go

you hadn't planned to fall
but you can plan to rise again

Alone but free.
Ready to be brave.
Ready to be true.
The end is just the start anew.

So babydoll

Take your bow



a video of me reading this latest attempt at being poetical :/

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hTkO0rL5t04