She fell inlove
With a life
She couldn't have.
And all she can do
Is wish and read that life
From fairytales
And books.
She never knew
A life
That's only
Made from a paper
And an ink
Can make her feel something
That she never felt
In a reality
That people wanted for her
She fell inlove with a reality
That's nowhere to be found
A reality only created by her.
A life
That people call fiction
A fiction
Where it felt real
Yet knowing it's a lie
A fiction where birds chirp
As she saw the sun
A life in her
Rose up
From the dark.
Fiction
A word that's only were made
By our mind
A fiction full of what ifs
And never ones opposites.
Just like the sun
Whe she saw it
A life in her rose up
From the dark
And yet in reality
It burned her
The Sun maybe beautiful
And yet in reality
It can hurt her.
Reality
And
Fiction
Words that never
Crosspath eachothers worlds
Two worlds
The other
Can hurt
And the other
Doesn't
Yet knowing it's a lie
That can be painful
Knowing it's fiction.
-Dennice.
