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I wrote this poem for my English class and I am looking for ways to improve it and possibly a title. All comments and suggestions are welcomed! Thanks!
Bottomless, empty words lie
on the smeared and faded
lines.
The paper wrinkles at the
slightest touch.
As fragile as a withered rose,
the envelop melts into the
ground.
I wasn’t born to be just another
wide-eyed porcelain doll –
property.
‘Could have been something
unforgettable, unbelievable.
A natural, I was told, I could
take your breath away,
effortlessly.
Impulsive, swift footsteps run
away from this town, into the
shadows.
The simple farewell vanishes into
thin air.
As secret as a magician’s code,
the gloomy tragedy remains
unwritten.
Gaze into my glossy eyes— Scarlett’s
eyes— Rhett, and let’s be a big screen
fairytale.
Holding my cigarette, take pictures
of this celebrity.
Movie premieres, radio pitches,
and the talk of the world –
me.
Faint, muted whispers die
into the fallen dreams of
yesterday.
The existence becomes a
mere myth.
As convincing as a lawyer’s word,
the nightmare finds its way into
reality.
After wasting precious time chasing
after you and lies, I remain
worthless.
The glamorous isn’t my domain –
a foreign life.
Fame will always be out of reach
for this useless piece of
humanity.
Bottomless, empty words lie
on the smeared and faded
lines.
The paper wrinkles at the
slightest touch.
As fragile as a withered rose,
the envelop melts into the
ground.
I wasn’t born to be just another
wide-eyed porcelain doll –
property.
‘Could have been something
unforgettable, unbelievable.
A natural, I was told, I could
take your breath away,
effortlessly.
Impulsive, swift footsteps run
away from this town, into the
shadows.
The simple farewell vanishes into
thin air.
As secret as a magician’s code,
the gloomy tragedy remains
unwritten.
Gaze into my glossy eyes— Scarlett’s
eyes— Rhett, and let’s be a big screen
fairytale.
Holding my cigarette, take pictures
of this celebrity.
Movie premieres, radio pitches,
and the talk of the world –
me.
Faint, muted whispers die
into the fallen dreams of
yesterday.
The existence becomes a
mere myth.
As convincing as a lawyer’s word,
the nightmare finds its way into
reality.
After wasting precious time chasing
after you and lies, I remain
worthless.
The glamorous isn’t my domain –
a foreign life.
Fame will always be out of reach
for this useless piece of
humanity.
