I wrote a script to a little romance
I surpassed the edit
I ended up missing out
on a few deleted lines
that would keep the whole play going.
It was perfected,
flawless. it was new York Broadway love story
falling in love was its own category
it had the greatest hook to any story
yet it sunk with little action to support its motives
It was a flunk do to way to fast progression
a love that was an obsession
It was a fear of waste of time
yet the time should have been withheld
no move made no strong action
then a sequel to the story was possible
but the "I like you" word play ruined it
I could of had the world but my honest emotions
...lost it.
This poem reminded me of "a
This poem reminded me of "a few deleted lines"... and loss. Liked the write. :)
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