ghost of the greatest show
we were the perfect disaster
a story forged in destiny’s hands
a coincidence tempered and tested by fate
you played right into the trap
there was a fork in your path
the night that we talked
you picked the wrong road
another knife in my back
straight through to my heart
you never explained
and i’m pulling the curtain
this show is over
before it’s even begun
the script was never finished
the final line is a question
my character never got the chance to ask
a story forged in destiny’s hands
a coincidence tempered and tested by fate
you played right into the trap
there was a fork in your path
the night that we talked
you picked the wrong road
another knife in my back
straight through to my heart
you never explained
and i’m pulling the curtain
this show is over
before it’s even begun
the script was never finished
the final line is a question
my character never got the chance to ask
This Poems Story
You could've been my golden age.
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