Here's a poem I wrote about 2 days ago....
Quiet On The Set
You start the dialouge.
The plot unfolds nicely,
at first.
Then we both seem to forget our lines.
Silence fills the air.
I wish I knew what to say.
And I find myself wondering what your thinking.
Are you as nervous as I am?
Are you thinking about me also?
My heart's been broken.
Shattered and ripped apart.
It's been stitched back together in hope of finding love.
By believing, my heart's taken quite a few swings.
Many have came and gone.
Trying out for the part,
But not making the cut.
You auditioned and fit the part.
I know little about you,
and catch myself wanting to know more.
You make me nervous.
Which isn't a feeling I'm too use to