Some Poetry for Today

When the Actress Met the Actor

She makes her way across the room,
Her hands start to shake.
Her heart dialates,
It beats violently in her chest.
She can't help but stutter her words,
Eery clichein a matter of minutes,
But he couldn't care less.
And sheis driving him crazy,
But she still is unaware.
In constant denial she diverts her gaze,
All he want is for her to say;
"I know what it's like, I know how you feel,
And I know what to do"
Their minds in sync,
They imagine,
Living the weekend like a Hollywood film,
An on-screen romance.
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America's Sweetheart

Empty bottles on their sides,
Noting new, nothing better.
(Everything remains the same)
She drags herself to the bathroom,
Looking for another line for the ache.
She wants to forget but the scene wont let her.
Orange bottle in her fist, it's contents missing.
An unconventional method of brightening the day
Her throat aches for a drink,
But every bottle is empty, every glass is lipstick-stained,
Nothing remains pure, untainted, or real.
She looks around t stranger's faces,
Strewn all over the room,
The echo of "Just one more", still hanging in the room,
Good morning, America's Sweetheart.
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