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stage
another cloud of anger
floats like red smoke from your mouth
the carpet returns my stare
and the stage is set again
it's time to speak my lines
i shuffle the script in my hands
and steel myself from shaking
to address the curtains behind you
i rehearse another apology
i'm sorry is the beat of my heart
clockwork steady, so i know
if it stops, so has the show
floats like red smoke from your mouth
the carpet returns my stare
and the stage is set again
it's time to speak my lines
i shuffle the script in my hands
and steel myself from shaking
to address the curtains behind you
i rehearse another apology
i'm sorry is the beat of my heart
clockwork steady, so i know
if it stops, so has the show
Published 19th Apr 2023
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19th Apr 2023 11:38pm
19th Apr 2023 11:56pm
1st May 2023 6:33am
Read this, and the first thing that came to my mind was a lyric from the song, "Cleopatra" by The Lumineers, which is, "But I've read this script and the costume fits, so I'll play my part."
There's certainly that resignation in this, that I think a lot of people have felt at one time or another. You know what your part is, and you play it, whether or not it's a role you ever wanted to be cast in.
There's certainly that resignation in this, that I think a lot of people have felt at one time or another. You know what your part is, and you play it, whether or not it's a role you ever wanted to be cast in.
