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An instrument is meant to be played. I've tried to play my role in this world. A paintbrush is meant to very painted with. I've been portraying my opinions. A movie is meant to be made and watched. I'm acting my heart out. A pen is meant or be written with. Through poetry, I write my story.)

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Uncertain by Vanessa Uwimanzi

You know sometimes I observe the horizon.
The sun waves goodbye, and remains only in apricot tints,
I get all these memories, as they come at me hauling.
My feelings get all tangled up, my tears appear like morning dew,
As I recall that picnic scene...
It was all going great until...
Wait, when did it all go wrong?
When did the roses turn into plumes of smoke?

It's a long journey on this country road off the highway.
My grip tightens on the wheel. All goes in crisscrosses.
My company has totally dispersed.
What happened to us? Who took away our gold treasures and left us in faint wails?

All the words you had dressed in flowers are all worn out now. Is this what I get for loving? My sweet face is tucked in the backseat now...
For, you could not...!
You're just there, all quiet.
Was it mere liking? Love foregone?
Funny how it was all imperfect beyond my realisation.
Now I'm feeling all rejected.

Oh well, winter will come soon.
Snow will fall like a vast army, and I'll be sliding into December.
Soon the fireworks will burst.
What shape will it make? Will it reflect in the deep waters? What colors will it light?
Or will the sky just stay black?
Will my windshield freeze?

Oh goodness, I was never really in any art or world history class. I don't know much about Moses's weeds, the Egyptians, the Greek Gods. I also wasn't really one to fantasize. Was Ariel the one with the apple? Oh no sorry that was Eve!
I got a little biblical over there.
But wait, didn't Snow White also eat an apple? A poisoned one?
By the way did sleeping beauty ever wake up?
Gosh I don't know. What I do know though is that Cinderella was the one with the shoe.
Where's mine at though? Not the shoe but the prince charming...
Oh wait, he left never mind.
Oh well, crown me miss movin' on.

Oh wait I remember. Didn't Shakespeare die for love? What was it that happened between Romeo and Juliet? Jack and Rose?
There was no happy ending was there?
So what's my story? What's yours?
Is it really written in the stars like they say, or is it just a hopeless saying?

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