I stand on the stage moving my lips as the playback is on
The show has already started and you still aren't in a suit , you still aren't here.
I try to close my eyes and picture you standing in the middle of these rows
But no need to
I can already see you when they're still wide open
I can hear my ugly weak voice through the loudness as I try to sing alone with the playback
And when it's over
The audience stand up and clap their hands together despite the disgusted looks on their faces
Did they not know? My voice is only beautiful when it sings for you.
-I miss you
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The Unexpected
PoetryThings I've learned , things I got over , things I'm still trying to heal from , memories , things that had happened to me and how I feel about them , tough times , good times , misery , joy All turned into poetry... Hope you like it All love...❤
