Is this orchestra of smiles worth my while or is this my cue to exit the stage before I am casted as the lead in your heartbreaking masterpiece? Your scripted scent laced with a heaven sent kiss of laughter allures me but I am to afraid to read the next act.
You tone my mind and you manage to find memories frozen and suspended still with no means of escape. I've rehearsed this scene before and never once was I nominated for an award but I always played the best part.
So before the curtains rise and I share that glimmer in my eye to embrace our soul connection, I sigh with uncertainty. Do I accept the role of red carpet love or am I just another director's cut?
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