ACT I

ACT I

On some other stage

we could be scripted

to play out our short tempered lives

with vision and passion

and unhindered by demons

live happily ever after

the curtain could fall to a

rapturous accolade and our small

story repercuss through generations

but backstage as with all good melodramas

conspiracies sman in dank corners

secrets rattle their cage

ugly step mother spoons the poison

and my understudy

a paler reflection

upstages me

Blinded by the spotlight

you fall and I in the wings

can only listen to your heart beat