Food:
He silently walks on stage
Paper crinkled, ink runs off the page
His heart beats loud over the microphone
It's too late now, he can't go home
Only a minute to kill
What can he spill?
Untucked shirt with a loose necktie
Is this rockstar kissing hip-hop goodbye?
Waiting, but there's nothing but silence
Inside his mind there's a riot
Thoughts like worlds collide creating big bangs
While gravity pulls the sweat from his hands
He grips his note, but cant breathe and chokes
His own words get caught in his throat
People get up like this shit is worthless
But he opens his eyes, he's doing it on purpose
Forty seconds later, still no audible value
He holds up the paper, showing the words "Without You"
Folds it up and puts it in his breast pocket
Audience is colder than the right side of the faucet
They wait for him to speak, but the minute is up
He speaks softly, "this is what I got from love."
-Richy923
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