Bright lights,
flashing cameras,
A life built on lies.
People know your name
like it's their own.
And you're slowly drowning in fame.
Name lit up brighter then the stars combined.
Jewelry lined up in the most beautiful way.
And you can't keep yourself grounded no matter how hard you try.
All of these glamour won't last forever.
Even he will be gone.
but until then, they call me the "Lucky One."
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Drops of Poetry
PoetryDrops of Poetry It's raining outside my window Just like my emotions inside me The taste of the salty rain and sorrow Every problem falls on me like rain I catch it with my hand Turning it to rhymes and names I'm soaking wet from wher...
