Poetry Burns

Final Curtain

In Uncategorized on August 21, 2014 at 5:25 pm

Different players, same game.
Knock down these walls that I’ve made.
It’s going to feel the same when you break me,
The same when you take me, for granted like the last one.
I’m waiting, on the edge of my seat.
What will this time’s catalyst be?
It’s always me in one way or the next?
Who am I to rewrite history when it will do the job all by itself
The same cycle, playing on repeat
You and me
Together, so happy
day to the next,
Nothing is certain.
Tell me what is behind
Could it be the final curtain?

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