I'll sleep in a dream, beautiful as it can be, but waking up doesn't feel good. Doesn't feel right, real.
A nightmare is what I see.
A nightmare is what I feel.
But the is nothing left to say, to do, to feel.
I'll just smile, awkwardly at your camera I'll smile,
because that's what we always do.
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
