SUCH IS LIFE
What is reality? Is it the thing that faces me directly on?
Where I am unable to avert my attention away from, or even my existence?
I sometimes feel trivialized within the grand scheme of things.
Where an audience will emerge from the darkness as the studio lights turn on,
Awakening me from my false reality.
One written by bigwig directors targeted towards a zombie studio audience
with little to no regards of the emotional scars that will linger deep withiN.
Ode to my future ex-boyfriend
I long for the day where I will stand tall by your side with pride
As we fight to free ourselves against
These shackles at our feet
I dream of the day you take me aside to share
The sweet secrets of a lovers’ kiss that can only be
Interrupted by our childish giggles.
I fear the day that we watch it all fade away with the tide
Leaving hollow ghosts of the memories we once shared
As the laughter and joy become tears of sorrow
am I just a hopeless to wait for
the moment our paths shall cross
Or am I just a fool
to believe that we'll
live happily
Ever after
?
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