Heartache gravitates my mind
This feels like a drama movie
I’m the director
Planning every scene
Editing all the things I feel
My Heart is being processed
Body language is the key
Everything else is pointless
She spoke words not meant to be harmless
I waited for the queue
Setting myself for the blow
She delivered with an Oscar in hand
A deliverance of my gullible mind
Fragile Corpse
Bravo!
Curtains at a close
The show at an end
I reach for my point of negligence
If God exists
I pray
I pray for a disownage of this film
I shall remain in third person