One moment I am flying
Floating on a string
And the next moment
I am falling, spiraling
Towards the stage
A story, once meaningful
Feels drafted and confused
Reality is the thief that
Prematurely clipped my wings
Surrounded by peculiar faces
Parading across the floor
Dialogues written
Characters achieved
I find myself a part of the play
I let the script resonate
On a risky midnight canvas
Letting the authors thoughts color
The scenery in my mind
All the colors start off bright
Splattering my imaginary world
But somehow the hues
Ended up black and blue
And the curtains closed
Before the show was through
This is lovely.. from a lovely spirit.. You! ~ Jen
Your tags worry me… but your talent does not. The show must go on.
A brief intermission in prelude to a brilliant next act.
Are you kidding? I’ve got popcorn and beer!
Can I have popcorn and m&m’s and maybe a wine cooler…peach flavored with real peaches blended into it? Oh and did I tell you I am VERY high maintenance. Because I want a sweater to cover my legs in the theater and a soft shoulder to lean on and….. Oh wait…I forgot I am the performer…nevermind popcorn and beer it is!!!!
Sigh…
*grabs nintey bajillion bags of twizzlers to use as straws, cushions, blankets, clothes…*
YES!!!! Who trained you….they deserve a standing O!
That would be my girl, TMWGITU.
(And she thanks you.)
Lol is that her name ? Haha I’m daft
(The Most Wonderful Girl In The Universe, of course!)