End of the Play
don't say it,
please don't say them,
I can't handle another onslaught those three words bring on
Please sing for me the song of finale,
the final notes to this operatic production
that should have ended in the third act,
though we now approach the fifth
those three words dreamt up in a house that is now falling under
its own lack of solidity and reality,
I watch it go down in shots of whiskey
-and a whiff of Marlboro smoke-
How can you not see the cracks formed in this storybook world?
that the shadows now outweigh the glow of fairy light,
that the 'Happily ever after' is now 'went down without a fight'
so that dreams are no longer the silver lining to the terror found in sleep
I just can't keep playing the part,
reciting the contrived script that once had meaning
and has now left me bleeding from my soul
you took the spotlight off of me to shine it on your own goals,
turned my lead role into a walk on part left out in the cold
So here I am, the bolt to keep it together,
and you believe that I'm still all that matters,
covering honey dipped speech in vinegar intention
your actions speak lounder than your words
as I'm more apt to disbelieve your dialogue than your verbs
the shards of your broken promises are now the glass in my throat
that leave me choked up, with nothing to say
nothing to shout
but here we stand, painted on Osmond-smiles that defile
the true nature of what has built up between us
our dream became yours, and all that I adored
is now left broken and cracked on the floor
so now there is nothing left in store
-for us-
So please,
I'd rather you sing for me the song of ending,
the final chord to the show
Id much rather take the bow and get the roses
than have to eat this crow,
please don't say these three words I know to be untrue,
please don't say it,
don't say
-I love you-
By spyboygreen
© 2007 spyboygreen
(All rights reserved)
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