I love poetry and i am really hope you like this story! I haven't typed any RENT story's in awhile SO hope you like it! AND PLEASE REVIEW :)
The night life screams,
as I make my way by,
only scene by the eyes of New york,
Fame doesn't exist anymore,
it cant exist anymore,
life is just a game of foul play,
I watched the hurdles of people struggling on the streets,
and I captured it all on film,
to get famous to show off my skills,
but the frost of winter made me suffer,
I got evicted from my apartment for real last month,
this time I was out on the stone cold street,
breathing in the scents of winter,
burying my hands in my chest as I switched potions with my subjects of film,
This time I was the leading role of someones beloved movie,
I was in the spotlight of a filmmaker approaching me,
and when I looked up I felt heartless,
My lesson had been learned and I had switched positions,
The only thing I could do was watch the pathetic filmmaker approach me,
he was holding the camera all wrong,
and as the man approached he let his shiny contraption slide down onto my lap revealing his true identity,
but my eyes gave into the cold before I saw the man reach out,
and in a desperate attempt to see the man I forced my eyes to jerk open,
to see a friend I thought I had lost,
Roger was carrying me,
holding my body in one hand,
and the biggest piece of shit I owned in his other,
my old carmera
