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by AllHailTheHeartbreaker Apr 22, 2008
Love, romance /
I am not the reason she changed her hair
or that she chose a jacket today, over the sweater
I am not the reason that her favorite color isn't red
or that the only one she cares about is in her reflection
I am just the reason that her lover steals passing glances
an innocent moment stolen from an innocent victim.
When his world was a stage, mine was a seat
in the audience, about five rows back, and a little to the left
He would sing to me, beautiful songs
and sometimes I sang along
And those songs always made me feel
as though I was alone in his audience.
But she was always backstage
awaiting his return
And then I took the stage
and made it my world
Now I am the star, the one who sings
songs that can break names, shatter hearts.
Sometimes I pick out his face in the audience
five rows back, and a little to the left
I just sing my songs
for every other broken heart
The view is nice, on the brighter side
the second time around always seems easier.
I am the reason that her lover steals passing glances
but I refuse to be a victim anymore
If time does me justice, all I need is another day
another year, another place, another glance, another face.
I am the reason that his world is no longer a stage
as it turns out, I was alone in the audience after all.
This is a great poem, It doesn't seem more of like a love poem, seems more of a sad poem. But it IS very good. The poem sounds more of like a melody. A slow and sad rhythm. You pulled it off, tho!