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Onstage Angel

By Whisper Mckee

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

She moves on stage with grace and style. On us poor pesants she deems to cast a smile. My onstage angel, all goodness and light. No one knows, when the lights go out at night, Oh, if I dared, what stories I could tell. Of an onstage angel who turns into a bitch from Hell. The guys all look at her and with passion they yern. Never guessing that off stage into a shrew she turns. I wanted a family, a tiny baby child. But it wasn't in her plans, a part of her style. I think of the back door Johnnys, she has bewitched. When underneath the beauty shes a cold hearted bitch. They are sorry for me, this broken hearted bloke. Not realizing they don't share the joke. As she leaves with a richer man she has beguiled. I don't turn away to hide not a tear but a smile. Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 11:58 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson   0 • 10

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