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Rehearsing Lines
If it makes you so much happier
to just forget about all of me,
If it puts a smile upon your face
to be swallowed in the sea,
and if it makes you more comfortable
to fall asleep in his warm arms,
if mine were just far too tight
and just did your body harm,
then forget me tonight.
Forget me forever more.
Don't shed a single tear for me
Don't make your eyes sore.
Forget about the memories
that we never really faced.
Forget about the words we spat
their meanings always laced
with fear and doubt and love
a sweet poisoned symphony,
A tale of two young lovers
falling oh so deep.
A comedy and tragedy
a romantic play indeed.
We filled the parts of actors
rehearsing lines in our sleep.
We sang songs to eachother
of stars and chasing cars,
of beauty in the breakdown,
of setting fire to the third bar.
Beauty flew from out our mouths
and landed right in our ears.
It broke down and let go
and resolved us of our fears.
This play went on for hours,
the two acted without any shame
spouting words of beauty,
from the top of their brains.
It seemed this silly little play
would end as a success.
The beauty flew off their tongues
almost in excess.
But deep in the third act
the actress forgot her lines.
She stood on stage looking
deep into the actor's eyes
trying to find the words
to her forgotten lines.
But no matter how hard
she looked for herself in him,
she found not a shed of light
to make her heart less dim.
Out of no where the actress spoke
singing words of beauty once more
but they weren't the kind of words
that the actress had sang before.
The actor stood staring
confused and scared and blind,
so many more lines left to say
on a plot that had been left behind.
And just like that, in a blink of an eye
the well rehearsed play fell apart.
Perhaps this was the tragedy
expected from the start.
The actress forgot all about
the actor's cold blue eyes.
She forgot about the beauty
and stopped quoting all her lines.
And even from the crowd
I could see her happy smile.
I shook my head slowly
and spouted words of denial.
But it truly made her happier
to leave it all behind,
and start a play of her own
and write all her own lines.
And I knew if it made her happier
then I wanted it for her.
She deserved a life of beauty
regardless of what I endured.
So if it really makes you happier
to exclude me from the play.
To write all your own lines
and hold him every day,
and if it makes you so much happier
to just forget about all of me,
if it puts smile upon your face
to be swallowed in the sea,
and if it makes you more comfortable
to fall asleep in his warm arms,
if mine were just far too tight
and only did your body harm,
then forget me tonight.
Forget me forever more.
Forget about the times we had,
when our hearts together soared.
Forget me tonight.
Forget me tomorrow.
Forget me forever more.
