The Phantom of the Opera
The Phantom of the Opera.
It may sound strange, but the books don’t work
And I am all out of luck.
I would start again if I could meet another Her,
But that time has all been loved.
A second chance at a once true love.
I am not just another fish in the sea.
I would give love back, if I only could
And then, maybe, you could love me.
Never to be attained,
Only seen through sunglasses and reflections of yourself.
If we are both the same, then you too cannot be saved,
From this self-inflicted, back-firing love spell.
I am cursed, to speak in verse,
Like a haunting message from beyond the grave.
Without love I would never have tried to be heard
And you would never have known my name.
Some people say love lets us know,
But I think it blinds my eyes.
When I am old and grey, the me you think you owe,
Will be a long time gone, up into the sky.
I desire no thanks, because I took a chance,
That the words would fall into place.
I am a selfish humane man, who never learned how to dance,
Because of my Phantom of the Opera face.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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