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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
About being jealous of someone's fame.
Commiting crime due to one's own intentions.

Submitted: June 04, 2017

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Submitted: June 04, 2017



Curtains, behind the curtains the everlasting light filters through the atmosphere. Curtains, behind the curtains she's an actress now. As lovely as a rose . The camera freeze frame the pose. Everyone knows what she did to get this far. Don't look in her eyes or she'll rip out your heart. Gallantly she walks home in the rain. Hoping to find the one she lost to take away the pain . He's forever gone like the life that's in her veins. Now she's passing through a backlit world . Where the willows bend like long black curls . Will she ever wake up from this dream she's in ? Will she drift away in the land of sin? Hearts are melting as the lights come on . The blasts echo through the air like the rhythm to a song . She faces towards the camera wearing a crimson smile. It's vengeance in the spotlight for just once in a while. Curtains, behind the curtains soldiers go marching in the rising sun. They seize the day with blazing guns. Hiding the truth is not in cliché. As the shells hit the concrete on goes the parade. She roars the crowd with her soft baby blues . The bullets explode through her and she has paid her dues. To not ever tear another man down will always be for certain. As her silhouette bleeds and gently fades away behind the curtains. Sometimes love is a rose with deadly thorns.

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