PedastalA Poem by Rebecca Leighits subjectiveYou think he makes you happy, but I have never seen you so disheartened. Forced to remain a secret, and you say its worth it, but I know better, He sings sweet nothings and makes impossible promises and speaks of a future, but his love seems like fools gold. You deserve the sun, and he can only reach the atmosphere. © 2017 Rebecca LeighFeatured Review
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