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By Em Hatemore Date: 2011 Oct 14 Comment on this Work [[2011.10.14.15.27.28493]] |
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I stood a few feet from the stage Watching the beautiful man Sing his beautiful melodies Heartfelt, famous, self written. Celebrities surrounded me I was in awe of their talent In awe of being so close Standing within arm’s reach The crowd swirled With bright lights And blurred faces I leaned back into his chest Feeling his breath Warm my neck It hit me like a fist He was not you Never would be you Or anything I knew My back pocket moved Vibrating from a text From the one I wanted most From you As the famous vocal magicians Worked their stage magic Singing the words It’s not too late I reminded you of the irony It was too late A text of perfect timing Could not correct Reality’s mistakes It was just a song You were just a memory |