Passion Play
By: Midnight Tango
Disclaimer: No- I know this will come as a shock to you all but I actually do not own Phantom of the Opera. There- I have no officially depressed myself. Please leave a note on your way out. Bows and disappears in a puff of red smoke.
A solitary note flutters through the air
I catch a glimpse of an icy blue stare
The piano keys rest beneath my pale hand
A lone sigh escapes as I move to stand
Only a glance from the one I desire
And already my heart is playing with fire
Sooner or later I'm bound to get burned
And this lesson, I should have already learned
We walk around as if stepping on glass
I wonder when these false games will pass
Caught up in some exotic dance
With fire and passion but only one chance
Will our love stand the heat of this game?
Or will our feelings get caught in the flame
I silently walk to where my love sits
Azure eyes watch from behind porcelain slits
What thoughts race behind the silent façade?
Where his ideas and dreams are made
I hope somehow that his solitude will sway
But until then I must walk away
For if I am caught in the midst of the gaze
My world will darken and become misted with haze
I'll open my mouth with nothing to say
And realize I'm caught in this passion play.
