Try not to blame yourself, love,
Your performance was strong,
The play was a failure....
It was written all wrong
You remembered all your lines,
You were good in your part,
Rehearsal was brutal,
Not for the faint of heart
A story with no ending,
Two singers with no song,
Our lives have no meaning,
It was written all wrong
I know you prayed for guidance,
We know our faith was strong,
But we're not to blame, love,
The Author got it wrong
We should have loved each other,
What a sad circumstance,
Could we trust the Writer
To give a second chance?
It seems the longer we wait
All the harder it gets
To correct the failures,
To forget our regrets
We must put down this damn script,
These lines are all so wrong,
Let's listen to our hearts,
We know where we belong
Ah, too late for corrections,
Try to conceal that frown,
Take a bow, here's your flower,
The curtain's coming down!
Don’t You Wish You Could? When in the Play of Life, it’s TRUE; it all don’t depend on JUST you. So if you’re costarring with a Dud, toss him out and grab this here Stud. So pick up your phone now, or boot up. No sense “settling”, when here’s a full cup. So drink long and often from my two lips, and I’ll show what I can do with these here hips! Don’t kid yourself, it’s not so much about the Author, as what you’ve asked for and what you have to offer. So come “live” with me and be my PoemHunter “Love”, and we’ll sail among the Evening Stars, far FAR above. ok, just kidding. bri :)
the poem provides a new perspective of love, where the players fail for it was not destined they be united.
We write more and more but still it seems to be failure.Still you have penned a powerful poem with deep and profound thoughts. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, Lora. I'll try this one night just before I drop off to sleep. Ha ha. Is that the best time, you've obviously tried it. Imaginative and creative, well done.