The truth was less beautiful
Than what I created
It didn't have as many facets
Didn't have the same shine
Reality hit me
Like a cold and hard rock
And shattered the diamond of my hope into shards
Scattered my dreams
And threw them apart
I was a lie
But I loved my lie
Oh take me far away
It was better that way
But I still held hands with the solace
And the freedom of sleep
They could not take that away from me.
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Unrelated... A series of weird and wonderful poems
PoetryA collection of the unusual and the very usual poetry, A collection, a series, A set which grows over time © P.H.Dyer, 2011-2012 All rights reserved Note: I have had issues with people using my work without authorisation, and so I've had to put thi...
