To live inside a song lyric,
how precious that would be.
To cast aside the melancholy,
pleasant artifacts for you and me.
To walk on a movie set,
every line fed, better than the last.
The thrill of those first glances,
rewritten, another scripted romance.
To live inside this poem here,
dreading fear, knowing this will pass.
Lovers knocking buildings down,
pulling rubble from the ground
sharing affections of a world