You Rehearsed This

You Rehearsed This

 

You rehearsed this

I am watching you stomp flowers

Picking up footsteps in the dirt

 

And I know that to you

I am the paradise sun

I am the weekend selling monday morning

 

But to me you are a house of cards

Flimsy and dellicate 

Stuck in the swoon of adoration false and true

 

But you already knew that because you rehersed it

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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