{The End}
She couldn’t believe how naïve she was.
He was supposed to be different,
His love was supposed to be different than the rest.
H was supposed to add to her happiness, Instead a new person begins to unfold,
Like a dramatic scene in her life.
The opening credits roll as the audience watch intensely,
Waiting for the plot to unfold, as the climax begins to rise.
They laugh at the funny parts, and cry during the sad.
They jump during the scary parts, and awe at the romance.
The movie ends,
They give a standing ovation, as I remain seated,
Do they know the truth?
How you portrayed to be one person, but ended up being two faced?
The cheering and clapping coming from the audience,
As they applaud your performance.
Tears surface on my face,
As they draw the curtain close on the person you appeared to be.
Time doesn’t heal all wounds,
Time only cracks the door to the pain that wounds bring.
About the Creator
Monee Myers
27
B.A. in Writing Studies, minor journalism
Writing is something I loved since I was in the 8th grade. I love to express myself in my writing.
I enjoy writing, and I hope you will find enjoyment in my writing as well.
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