Friday, July 8, 2016

The Paradise was a Stage

Everything was all lovely and cliché
As rosy as your false promises
But was there really a promise?
Maybe there was not a single one.
Probably it was such florid fantasies
Expanding the extent of your word's denotations
Warping them into delusions
Only I can perceive

|21:31|April 27, 2016|

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