"Shallow Traditions"
You're the core of my masquerade,
It's your fault, your fault,
The motion of my thoughts,
Are all centered on you,
We've broken apart,
Estranged like the sun and moon,
With no solar eclipse ever,
Conscious; we'll both ignore,
The anniversary of our separation,
The day our trust turned out to be an illusion,
Is here,
Let me tear the pages from our ending.
YOU ARE READING
Sadness Hotel | Uncompleted
PoetryEnjoy your stay! note: not all these entries are about myself, some are written in the perspective of someone else.
