| that's great, darling. |
FrayedSkirt
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Last night your lips let loose turmoil for me, | 1 |
But none for you as your eyes sparkled with admiration and excitement, | 2 |
But darling, I always knew you wanted to land among the stars | 3 |
Of Broadway— streets lined with men with top hats, enormous bellies, | 4 |
And chunky backpockets that could only be explained by wealth, | 5 |
burlesque houses, | 6 |
Dancing women, the naked cowboy, | 7 |
the talented, the damned, | 8 |
and, of course, our sweet Lea Salonga, | 9 |
Who inspired you to go there in the first place. | 10 |
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Without my inquiries, you sketched your future life out for me, | 11 |
How sweet, I thought, but words tripped over one another | 12 |
As you spelled out your expectations in New York, | 13 |
Eagerly you explained to me how busy your life would be, | 14 |
What with your day-to-day auditions, | 15 |
Your acting, singing, dancing workshops, | 16 |
And maybe even kissing classes, | 17 |
But you were still engaged with your road to fame, | 18 |
You finally turned to me and asked me, | 19 |
“What do you think hunny?” | 20 |
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I bit my lower lip, uncertain of what to say, | 21 |
I only wanted to make you happy so I murmured: | 22 |
“That’s great darling.” | 23 |
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But, what I really meant to say was: | 24 |
“Where do I fit in all of this?” | 25 |
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