Strung out
hung out
left alone.
bad memories
and cheap cologne
mix in the heavy night air
of this old movie theatre.
Broken dreams,
shattered dreams,
short skirts
and leather gloves
fight for control
on this late december night.
Soft songs
love songs
old showtunes
and vintage attire
will rin the only truth
in this deep cruel world.
Torn thoughts
heavy thoughts
Cold bed sheets
and hot shower water
will be the stage
set for this, tonights show.
tattered hopes
frayed hopes
kisses to kill
looks that peirce
A night to die for
most literally you know.
Fear and pain
pain and tears
rose bushes
and frosted park benches
the center star performers
take their love to a new level.
Author notes
a poem about how everything I do I feel like I am on stage. Like everyone is watching, waiting for me to slip up.
Something new.
Hope you all like 
Written October 18th, 2006
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awww thanks so much
I am glad you like it
means alot to me.
thanks so much
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Incredible! A really amazing poem, with some gorgeous description blended with something much sadder lying underneath.
I found the lines
'Fear and pain
pain and tears
rose bushes
and frosted park benches' really impelling.
A great read! xx
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