I wanted fame so I imagined, I had it.
I wanted love so I dreamt, I already had it.
I wanted people to care so I thought they cared.
The more lies I fed to myself,
the more happy I became,
and I killed the 'someday sometime',
for something which wasn't there,
would never be there,
would never be here.
I built a castle made of sand.
First wave of the sea and my virtual worls was crashed, wretched and wet with unshed tears.
So I built another and another castle made of lies, till the point where nothing was real and everything was a lie.
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Oblivion ✔
PoesíaEverything I wanted to say, everything that I couldn't. Just honest feelings from a dishonest person. Oblivion: the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one. . Excerpt from book: She was the one who brought white flowers...
