You waited patiently at stage door
for a sign
A door-hinge
Something to light your way to me
But I would not bring candle out
I was not the face that I played that night
In truth, I am more merciless than all of them put together
There was never any hope for my leading man.
Keep your distance, flower-bringer
I am resurrected every night but must die again
And all you know how to do
is wait.
4/29/12
No comments:
Post a Comment