I smile,
As I remember yours.
I blink,
As I remember your pause
After I asked if you loved me.
I cry,
As I remember the day you died to me.
I tremble,
As I remember you interrupting me,
Saying harshly that you'd rather withhold your reputation
Than come watch me perform.
I smile once more,
As I remember the day when your debauched mask
Finally flaked,
Finally faded,
Finally became beyond outdated
-for the world was sick of being played,
And did something about it,
Rather than keep being your play-mate
And personal jester.
Releasing some pent-up emotions that have too-long festered.
And gave you what you deserved.
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A Poet's Random Notes
PoetryThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
