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