The light starts to dim
The darkness I have found
Your lighted smile taunts me
As the live orchestra soundsYour love is my enemy
Confinement is my friend
I pull the moonlight backdrop
As our scene comes to an endYour words turn to be scripted
Your personality was a prop
The show slows down
Yet the script will never stopOur stage hold some drama
And a splash of comedy
But all we really are
Is a Shakespearean tragedy
-Felicity Finney
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Poems Of A Beautiful Storm
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