Reality
The sky is dark
Like a light bulb dying
The ground is cold
Like a corpse under ground
The trees sway back and forth
Only for a moment
Then their still
His face falls
Her face cracks
She breaks away
He is left in the shadow of her rebuke
She knows there is no love
But only hope and silly fantasies
The wind blows
Orange and red leaves follow her
Down the dull sidewalk
The mountains so colorful
The houses painted blue
The grass so green
The lights so bright
The rain so clear and sparkly
All of it turns into a blur of grey and black
Nothing matters any more
She doesn’t care
She has never known love
Through family or friends
It looks like she had it all
But none of it was real
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