The world is a stage and
You are one of the many actors
That grace its surface.
He strokes your hair,
"I LOVE YOU."
He tells you what you want to hear,
Not what he wants to say.
But you're just fine with that.
It's times like this that you wish
You could feel
What exactly you two are acting out.
And so you wait for something to burst out of your chest.
Proof that you have a heart.
Pathetic little LIAR.
You know just as well as him that your both heartless and
Equally as empty
As a whisp of air.
But it's time for your curtain call.
So stand out on center stage,
grasp his hand in yours,
And yet you know just as well as him
That you should stop this charade.
The world doesn't need another pair of
Holy cow, that's some dark poem. Can't believe I actually wrote that. -.-; When randomness prevails... It's even slightly confusing.
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