Poems Futuristic, Romantic, and Painful🧨💔

ECLIPSED BY A MISSED KISS WHEN
MY TWIN FLAME BURST INTO FAME 🔥🎬

Lately, I’ve become possessed with Acting,
A fact with no faking I like the play, my role,
Or the unknown lines I’m forced to say, though
I never signed on a dotted one nor received a sum
For the years and lines of verse I’ve written for
A famous guy who never lit my sky.

Now, i need to know how and why stars don’t fly.
Perhaps they’re not high, mighty, or kind?
I see the past, and stars aren’t shiny or shy.
So why did a once priestly fellow become so
Beastly and yellow, but not peacefully mellow?
I don’t know, it’s late and I’ve spent my day
Doing WHAT I hate with WHOM I hate,
My only “friend” in constant possession of
A wicked case of “Failure to Communicate.”

I call this man of mystery “ancient history,”
But he refuses to listen to me.
So I’ve spent over two years and oceans of
Tears for a lonely boy who never kissed me.
Still, I’m tortured when I imagine the phantom
WHO didn’t rock my opera, but WHO causes
ME disgrace by disguising HIS face.

I can’t find a hiding place in my brain to
Outsource the pain of being proclaimed
And disdained within such a quick time frame,
It blends and spins but never ends.
It’s now been nearly 3 years, but I can’t locate
My intended soul mate as dignity dictates.
Still, it’s a crying shame I’ve been blamed
For such a wicked game!

My perpetrator’s a hater and infiltrator
Who deserves to be defamed, though
I fear to state his revered name, since
Fans may fan his flames for fame.
I’m not the same since he came to me,
And though I’m no fan of the man,
No other souls believes he would love me.
Still, I won’t Kill Bill or forget what I so regret:
Our missed kiss on unsteady but ready lips.
Now I’ll I always miss my faulty ignition for
My lost recognition of my once TWIN FLAME.