Thursday, August 12, 2010


I was feeling poetic today and wrote a poem:

My dream; your nightmare,
My treasure; your hate.
My secrets; your pain,
My loss; your gain.

I pretend to smile,
You flash a grin..
I pretend to laugh,
You double over.

I pretend we’re perfect,
You think we are.
I pretend it’s forever,
You think it is.

I enjoy this sweet dream,
This semblance of forever.
I enjoy the odd feeling
Of things bona fide.

But I know it will end,
I know it fail.
Because in my world,
Anything so perfect

Is never so real.

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