I was at the keyboard
Face lit up and the room under cover
Silence was mine for
Just
A single frame
I had finished explaining for the one-thousandth time, what song was going to play at my funeral and looked
Deep
Into her eyes,
THIS COULD BE THE LAST THING I EVER WRITE AND IT’S ABOUT YOU YOU BITCH!
She laughed at me as she always
Did
And I cracked a smile back. Dying inside.
I should’a been in the movies.
LISTEN YOU ASSHOLE, YOU CAN’T EVER GET ANYTHING RIGHT!
WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ALL THIS WHIRLING DRAMA?
WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ALL THIS WHIRLING DRAMA?
Hell – I couldn’t even answer. I just sat there - wine in one hand and scratching my huge poetic balls with the other.
She poured herself a big one and the door hit her in the ass on the way out.
Silence is not golden.
Silence marks the end of all humanity and the dispassionate failings of
Love.
Man – I should’a been in the movies.