by Beth Vesseur23 Feb 2014
A blue screen with puppets
Called you, me, boys and girls
Playing around, laughing, messing about
We do not exist, just the playbook...
Sincere feelings? No it is pure acting:
Polite, always polite, until some
Touches one's limits, freedom; irritates.
Even then thanking with an artificial smile
Turning to your own direction
Simply disappear to your corner,
Waiting next role, next sweetie.
Oh she is already waiting her turn...
Is it not this life amazing?
Maybe, but it is not mine...
Sincerity, real love rule mine,
Thanks but no thanks to illusion...