this time, it's the end
of the show
as red appears from ink
and velvet rising from scratch

white feathers in disperse
as you, confident, strode
the light steps which meant
of no challenge

you creep behind the fame
and rotated for an aim
the triggers of a gun
efficiency of a bow

target: confirmed
you my hair
and leaned closer
with no breathing

pearls within your eyes
smiles and gums
you held onto me
tighter than yesterday

brought roses,
fed chocolate,
clapped to the beat
and rocketed into space

waving with a platonic smile
i was only one from a million
an ant within the ground
rising within elevators, you held your stance

as i stared amongst the crowd
you held onto the spotlight
and grinned of no tomorrow
while i sat by for a chance

which you would never pass
but a trial would hurt no one.

- poem by beautifulove 2014