Sibert Theatre

My boyfriend is “that” guy on campus

Tall, Dark and Handsome,

A little too friendly, but popular to say the least

He shines brights like the lights in the theatre I work in

But instead of being center stage I stay in the booth and watch the show play on

And while he shines on I am the burnt out, yet to be changed bulb that no one notices, because the show can and will go on without me,

Whether I like it or not

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Me
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