𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧

constantly, we find ourselves torn

between holding on to the possibilites of change

and realizing what we hoped for was just a dream sold by yet another soul too cold to make good on empty promises and a love that never actually existed

i know the feeling all too well

stuck under the spell of green eyes and lips that lie

but failing to realize the signs 

until it's too late

and that's the fate we all suffer