Self-concious smiles

Poem about exactly how I feel round certain people, like what we say is scripted but they dont know their lines, or have a different script.

 

Self-conscious smiles and awkward pauses

Have always been excitement’s fancy;

To while away the mundane moments

In ones own script all deftly planned.

 

You see it all, in your mind’s eye;

Creeping shadows of Future’s twine.

The paths you tread, hoping vainly,

That others have all learned their lines.

 

But, alas, we all have different plays,

By different playwrights, with different styles,

And what seems to be the perfect moment

Can oft’ slip by, midst hesitation’s haze.

 

And yet we keep on meeting, friend,

Our paths overlapping, crossing, clashed.

New tries at scenes yet unrehearsed;

New nervous nods and halting laughs;

 

New monologues running through our heads

Of where to look up, how and when.

The useless detours with no true course

That we hope will cross our threads again.

 

And yet we fear, as each clash resounds,

Rejection’s icy churning hold

And so, my friend, we never speak

Just enjoy our envisioned alternates.

Author's Note

Variying Rhyme scheme is deliberate, meant to symbolise crossing of paths, and moments of synchronity.

Reviews

[Bertie]

This is one of my favourite ones you've done so far darling !
It so true and very realateable. Its hard to write on a level that eveyrone can apply to their own life. Well done my child !
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