Up to the front row for my own hit show.
Money up , tickets low.
I am the casting angel, you live you're dead
with this power in my my head.
Love could leave the stage,
if I change my mind,
but for now I am blind.
And so this fantasy becomes a part of me,
'til you are mine.

This is the perfect movie, and you get down.
Player, major, kiss me now.
You have the clever words, you get the girl.
My show, my world.
My my my big screen I can't look away.
Funny, this tragedy.
There in the limelight,
you say just what I want,
but you can't see me.

You're on screen, I watch what you do.
You're on screen, I can see every move.

I'll buy up every seat, there will be only me.
This is the time we'll be alone together
and I'll buy up every seat.
There will be only me.

Poetry by nice curtains
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Written on 2009-06-06 at 06:56

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Your perceptions of things are a breath of fresh air.
(does that sound like a fortune cookie/)
:-) Nick

liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
This.....grabs me.

I like the style
and the imagery.