They say the whole worlds a stage.
I agree, but I'm no actor.
I entered way before my que.
Its true, I was supposed to come later.
When the world needs my talent.
But I would never have met you.
I wish that it could have been different.
But I'm up onstage now.
There's no turning back.
I will just have to improvise.
Just like the actors around me.
But it still sounds flat.
I'm sorry I stole your speech.
You were in the middle of
The most beautiful soliloquy.
I've ruined your chance to shine.
Is it any wonder that
You don't exactly love me.
I'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
