Post by behindTHEmask on Sept 13, 2005 14:54:48 GMT -8
I'm going to entitle this, "Our Beautiful Letdown".
Clichéd, no? Well, that's what we were.
Our lines on love created a cheesy matinee playing every other day for no more than two hours at a time. Some weekends had a double feature. Others had no showing at all. It suddenly just disappeared from the listing. Shame, yes?
I used to think so. I'd stay up at night staring into darkness conjuring up what you were, and was ashamed of myself for never knowing.
We never really knew who was pretending.
Maybe the actor in you was getting ready for your big debut: the play, where the boy sweeps the girl off her feet without knowing who she was being swept by. Words can only stretch as far as we pull. Apparently, you pulled as far as you could, giving up in the end.
Your footsteps could be washed away by the tide, but don’t worry, you’ve made that lasting impression. You’ve created fears in my head and cautions over my eyes. Proud, you should not be.
By your character that I was shown, he was much more apt to shame.
Congratulations on your talent. One day, you’ll find where you’re headed with it; to a big screen, where every thing’s constructed into reality, and she walks off on you.
Clichéd, no? Well, that's what we were.
Our lines on love created a cheesy matinee playing every other day for no more than two hours at a time. Some weekends had a double feature. Others had no showing at all. It suddenly just disappeared from the listing. Shame, yes?
I used to think so. I'd stay up at night staring into darkness conjuring up what you were, and was ashamed of myself for never knowing.
We never really knew who was pretending.
Maybe the actor in you was getting ready for your big debut: the play, where the boy sweeps the girl off her feet without knowing who she was being swept by. Words can only stretch as far as we pull. Apparently, you pulled as far as you could, giving up in the end.
Your footsteps could be washed away by the tide, but don’t worry, you’ve made that lasting impression. You’ve created fears in my head and cautions over my eyes. Proud, you should not be.
By your character that I was shown, he was much more apt to shame.
Congratulations on your talent. One day, you’ll find where you’re headed with it; to a big screen, where every thing’s constructed into reality, and she walks off on you.