Delusion is sneakingly lurking within the shadows of my emotions
I told myself not to expect anything from you but somehow I still did...
In a perfect world, somehow you'd love me,
or at least see something in me
But as I awaken out of my sleep with 10,000 swarms of butterflies roaming the plains of my stomach, and an aching cloud of immense pain which covers the entirety of my heart
I feel no sun light.
Just the frozen reality of the bitter truth:
that you don't love me.
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Venus
PoetryConnected through space & time Within mountains & valleys In between the ocean's waves, Submerged in roses To the back of the garden, To the surface of Venus...
