I was watching a behind the scenes for a movie tonight, and it was talking about how the original author died the day before his play started. It got me thinking, what if I died before I finished writing what I wanted to write???
The Spaces
What if there's really nothing left but this
What if there's no tomorrow after all
How can I turn my back on my unfinished tale
Knowing that the story will never be told
What if I decide to never write the ending
What if I forgot how the story really goes
What if I never get another second chance
To show this pain to all the ones I loved
Your kiss once burned a fire in my soul
But the fire has died out long ago
And July was just a cruel, bitter joke
A joke that we played upon ourselves
Because the truth has grown so cold
Maybe I've just gotten old
No one wants to hear that bitter song again
Did I finally miss my chance
To tell the world about our dance
Have I waited too long to write these broken words
So many spaces that are left untold
Spaces filled with life, and love, and dying
So many tears held back for way too long
How do I do justice to your brutal memory
About Me
- DrSketch
- If you've never heard of me before, how did you find your way here? Nevermind, doesn't matter. Everyone calls me Dr Sketch, and I write poetry. Some of it's happy, some of it's sad, not all of it is good, but I try to only put up the best of it on here. I'm not very "regular" about updating, but try to get one or two updates a week done...
1 comment:
EXCELLENT! Keep that one and don't change a thing.
Love it Sketchie, it really makes me think too....
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