POETRY: Shattered Music
- Piper O’Donnell
- Mar 3, 2016
- 1 min read
March 3, 2016
by Piper O’Donnell
They did always love us like a pair of pop stars,
I suppose that’s an apt lie for us,
Loved like the great music stars of old,
Until we crashed and burned,
Our fame going up in flames,
The fire gone as fast as it came,
And if we’re talking metaphors,
Well, dearest, we made the kind of music crowds love,
Made them scream for more, more, more!
And it was so, so sweet,
Our passion shining through the night,
But darling,
They never did make pop stars that last through the ages,
There’s always someone young and untried clamoring to take the top,
And the crowds that once screamed for more are out for blood,
Babe, we were never built to last,
Always a word away from falling apart,
Though we hid it well,
Dancing to cues only we could hear,
The cameras flash,
The audience quiets,
And we stand,
Ready for the goodbye,
Roses collecting at our feet,
A staged embrace under the lights,
Then curtains fall, lights dim,
And in the dark, we’re throwing words like knives until we both bleed,
Headlines read The Performance of a Lifetime!
while we’re breaking apart backstage,
And when the fighting shines on the front page,
They’ll tell stories of how we faked it to the end,
But honey, though they’ll sneer that we were nothing,
They’ll never forget our names.
Piper O’Donnell is a current Tunxis student.
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