Poem -

the story we wrote

Feels like it's all been for nothing
I hate that you don't get to stay
To think I thought I was director
Of music as well as the play

Seems we don't get to write our
own ending
The scripts have been taken away
I hate that they forced you to exit
I hate that they forced me to stay

I hate these new scenes we've
been acting
This was never the story we wrote
Feels like it's all been for nothing
Can't speak for the lumps in my
throat

I am dying with fear and stage
fright
I am froze like a rabbit in lights
I hate that its all been for nothing
Hate how now nothing feels right

I wish you could come back and
stay here
Rewritten into each new part
I wish that this plot led to more
than
One mother and one broken heart

M ~

 

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Rory McGinlay

A contradiction of traditional tone and the background of anger, the point driven home with the repetitive perspective of giving up

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Marion

I'll take your word for it, I don't tend to analyse what I write anymore... the words just find themselves paper and kick on lol, thanks R... always appreciated x

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sparrowsong

Hello Marion...

Very Beautiful and Sad Write!

Thank you for sharing...

S x

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Shirley Harrison

My darling Marion, this is so very beautiful and somber, the show must go on... ❤️ 

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Marion

Thanks so much love x

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Bernadete van d...

A sad, sad plot. Some hearts are too broken to be mended. Maybe just a little patch every now and then… Ah, just take my hug, will you?!   B 

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Neville

If I could award stars & there was no limit to the number at my disposal, then I would award you a whole universe full of em .. becuz ya worth it xx

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Marion

Oh...I do so like a charming man! 
thankyou Nev X

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