The movies lied. There was no fanfare when I arrived.
There was no slow motion move across a crowded dance floor when I first saw you
There was no spotlight when we met, no romantic rain when we kissed.
There was no easy on the ears pop song to dance to when we fell in love. No mournful piano played when we split.
There was no fade out when I cried, no-one with the right words to help the part of me that died.
There was no director to tell me what emotion to feel. No editor to spare my blushes, no cinematographer to make me seem less real.
All the script doctors in the world went on strike when I had but three words to save our love so true.
Because in the final scene your leading man forgot to say I love you.
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Nice.
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