Spectator


Your disguise…
It suits you,
But sometimes
You show
What it’s not your regular face.
Then I feel…
Deceived.
Pay my bill
And leave
But I still belong to your embrace!..


It's a bore
Your play.
Nothing more
To say.
And I keep applauding on and on.
Your remake
The best,
But I will take
The rest.
So let’s leave this theatre, oh come on!

Chorus:
Empty scaffold, empty stage.
We were walking on the edge
Trying not to fall, just in the end or

As the curtain fell, you’ve changed:
Seem so cruel, seem so strange
See, I was the only yours spectator!


© Copyright: Софья Полянкина, 2009
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