"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances
-William Shakespeare, As You Like It, II.7"
I thought I knew everything about props.
I've given birth to TV Cameras; breathed life into bushes.
I've used lightsabers and telephones.
Lights up, stage left, here you are
I'm sat at the table beside you.
Turning to me, you gesture and speak
Yet your words have no meaning to me.
It's a funny life, theatre, really,
Especially when the tables are turned.
See my delight when you reach out your hand
Turn to sadness when I realise what I am.
Just how an actress may use a torch
I guess it all started when we flew to that hill.
You lay me down and touched me, and I you;
We rode euphoria and exhausted ourselves together.
That never happened.
We wrote. I have them here
Letters I should not hold so dear.
A timeline
Of weeks, months, two years, sublime.
That happened.
I don't quite know when I fell for you.
But I did.
I am.
I do.
I don't want to want you any more.
Broken promises haunt me.
I wish my heart could show you the door.
You said you loved me.
Did that ever happen?
I am broken.
I know what I want.
But you don't let me.
My head knows what I want.
But my heart won't let me.
When you touched
"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances
-William Shakespeare, As You Like It, II.7"
I thought I knew everything about props.
I've given birth to TV Cameras; breathed life into bushes.
I've used lightsabers and telephones.
Lights up, stage left, here you are
I'm sat at the table beside you.
Turning to me, you gesture and speak
Yet your words have no meaning to me.
It's a funny life, theatre, really,
Especially when the tables are turned.
See my delight when you reach out your hand
Turn to sadness when I realise what I am.
Just how an actress may use a torch
I guess it all started when we flew to that hill.
You lay me down and touched me, and I you;
We rode euphoria and exhausted ourselves together.
That never happened.
We wrote. I have them here
Letters I should not hold so dear.
A timeline
Of weeks, months, two years, sublime.
That happened.
I don't quite know when I fell for you.
But I did.
I am.
I do.
I don't want to want you any more.
Broken promises haunt me.
I wish my heart could show you the door.
You said you loved me.
Did that ever happen?
I am broken.
I know what I want.
But you don't let me.
My head knows what I want.
But my heart won't let me.
When you touched
If you love me, let me know
I don't mean to beg
But please don't let me go
If you don't want me, tell me now
I'll be able to handle it
Even if I don't know how
If you don't want to see me, give it to me straight
I'll walk out of your life
But I'll never forget your face
If you want my friendship, don't be afraid to ask
I'm willing to move forward
The rest is in the past
Just let me know what it is you want
And I'll be happy to do so
To me your happiness means so much
I'm willing to let you go
English Coursework by rhiannasaurusrex, literature
Literature
English Coursework
Dear Diary,
Nothing. You'll hear nothing about her, so you must forget, that's the only thing you can do now. At least, that's what I thought as I tended to the morning's tedious chores. Chiyo, dearest Chiyo, you meant the world to me. You still do, beloved sister, I share many a happy memory with you. I long for you to be my side once more, but current circumstances prevent this. At times, I cannot help but wonder why. Why we were so brutally snatched away from our home, why we were so cruelly sold, why you were torn away from me. I felt so empty as I swept the constantly filthy pathway, I struggled to keep in yet more tears, unable to kno
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