The elegance of pretense
Setting fires with this bittersweet taste.
Running round in circles,
At the crossroads of misunderstanding
Establishing the theme from a charming beat.
The rhythm hypnotizes us
Until we are relentlessly stripped,
Bare to the bone.
Guises melted by sweet passion
A secret game of delusion,
Chasing after butterflies that turn to dust.
Blinded yet still falling,
Spiraling into a love growing
Colder and more chaotic than the sea.
Chilled to the core
Enchanting promises beckon warmth,
Hiding the truth behind the shimmering haze.
We are eternally torn apart,
Though through we searched and found
A misguided ray of hope.
Reality invisible to the common eye
Sought after and scrambled to obtain,
Persuasive near the end.
Trembling and too late were we discovered,
Devoured by a clandestine dark light,
Too terrible to resist.
The day, willingly it risked a life,
But the night had cast its impossible price.
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Avery's Stories
PoetryJust thoughts that run through my head. Warning! Can be triggering!