Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I stand there waiting anticipation is a killer really its all about faking but right before its such a thriller I here that magical sound, and the lights come on and now its going, now i'm bound in a spell and the world is gone It's just me and them, they listen to all i say and see all i do and that feeling is like a precious gem until its time to finally say adieu then the world is back and the feeling is gone. and it feels like an anxiety attack because now i'm back to anon but those precious moments are worth it the world thinks i'm a cheater because i will not submit **** i love theatre!
0
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
What A Rush
I stand there waiting anticipation is a killer really its all about faking but right before its such a thriller I here that magical sound, and the lights come on and now its going, now i'm bound in a spell and the world is gone It's just me and them, they listen to all i say and see all i do and that feeling is like a precious gem until its time to finally say adieu then the world is back and the feeling is gone. and it feels like an anxiety attack because now i'm back to anon but those precious moments are worth it the world thinks i'm a cheater because i will not submit **** i love theatre!
jonah-c-mcneil
Written by
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem