Tomorrow I am pump[ed for my first play rehearsal of Once Upon A Mattress as co-director. I am really excited for this play to get underway. This weekend is our Key Club scrap booking party! I am really excited for that also...ok enough from my world, here is a poem.
Your counterfeit face
is not welcome in this place.
It jeers me ever so.
Cleanliness, you have none.
You hold to my heart a gun.
Your face bleeds in me ever so.
Let the promises come down
against my skeptical frown.
The mystery confuses me ever so.
The promises are like rain
on your face, so vain;
these promises give opulence so.
To me it is like acid.
I am definitely not passive.
The rain corrodes my soul ever so.
What will it take
to exile your face, so fake:
the picture that nightmares so?
The sludge of your disgust—
bathe in it I must.
It burns my skin ever so.
You infect like a virus.
It is all quite preposterous.
You have lied to me ever so.
Now you have forced out your wants.
You smile still haunts.
I want to forget ever so…
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