and there she was
torn between two worlds
one was free falling
with endless possibilities
where anything could happen
everything could be perfect
if you wanted it to
then there was the other world
harsh and cruel
abrupt and honest
you can never know everything
because it's always changing
so unpredictable
you'd think the other world was better
the place everyone wanted to be
but let me tell you
the first world is dreams
and the second reality.
and they can never
ever
collide.
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breathe ⇒ poetry
Poetryalexithymia (ah-lek-sah-THI-mee-ah) - inability to describe emotions in a verbal manner. " the best poems are written in the early morning when all you can see is darkness and your eyes are filled with tears " [aesthetic poems, stories through p...
