where it's not

Love isnít something found in an audience
at the end of the night when the lights go out
Iím left to skinny dip the stage alone
in my head

ĎCause I know the party has to end
the doors have to close
and I have to go home
to remember the reasons Iím so lonely

All the in-betweens are empty
every act of creation
bringing words and ideas to life
is learning to live again
and every ending a small death and the return
of my tenuous relationship with a tired reality

And if love was something I could find in an audience
weíd be nothing but a brief passionate affair of the senses
before I grew bored and overwhelmed by the acute intensity
of standing on a stage chasing something that never really lasts

© Indie Adams 2013
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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