Monday, May 26, 2014

Final Performance

I did.
It was.
I believed
that the impossible could be.
The heavens now in the skies.
The world transformed before my eyes.

I saw.
It performed.
I succumbed
to its splendor.
So convincing that I could not deny
I embraced it and I became alive.

I fell.
It stopped.
I cried
because he was gone.
Lifting me up defying all of the rules
he dropped me into a sea of fools.

Now I -
I must decide.
I cannot deny
that he was but a fantasy.
This love I thought I found is dead.
Existing only inside my foolish head.

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