The facade of your love looks divine from afar, but once you look deep inside, you see the old decrepit and rotten reality that is you.
The love you feel is a distraction.
The love you give is for a show.
You're a facade of a rotten reality, a dream that never comes true.
YOU ARE READING
My Night-time Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poems at night when I'm feeling too inspired to sleep, so this is my poem dump for when I can't sleep at 04:07 AM on a saturday. Please enjoy, and keep in mind this is just a side night hobby of mine, not perfect or professional in...
