I wrote a poem for some reason .-.
Radiant, vibrant, alive.
That's what he is
As I sit in my chair
In the quarter-fourth row
And the lady beside me knows something I don't.
He looks in my direction,
And my heart quickens its pace.
And he's singing to me
As I watch him perform
And I lose myself in the melody
I think of him as the curtain descends,
Signaling the end of the event
And the end of the night.
He emerges from the doors,
And I approach him, hoping to convey what he means to me.
But there, in the quarter-fourth row,
My feet freeze still
As he holds her in his arms
And kisses her face
And twirls around the lady next to me.
I pick up my bag, and my program too.
And I walk to the doors
Not crying
Not wailing
Not a single sound.
And I walk to my car
Parked in the quarter-fourth row
And sit in the seat
And cry
And wail
And weep for the love that I have lost.
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WARNING: THE AUTHOR OF THIS BOOK IS MENTALLY INSANE
РізнеThere is literally no explanation for this. [⚜UPDATE⚜] I finally hit the chapter limit!! ~(0u0)~ New book should be up soon. Thanks for the ride, guys. <3