FakeA Poem by GoDBOUND 07It dwells in your heart and warms you up to the core lives in your mind and it always asks for more. It never tires and it keeps you awake. And if it doesn't, then that love is fake. When you finally sleep, love taints your dreams, touch, smell, and feelings packed in it as a team, flowing together wonderfully there is no image that it can't make. If you don't feel this, then that love is fake. Deserting your hearth and leaving you to die you reject reality and assume that all is a lie. Telling yourself that this is something you can no longer take. If this did not happen, then that love was fake. Then someone comes along and pulls you out of your misery with words and actions that seem just like wizardry. Looking at you, there is nothing that they hate. That love there is genuine, not something fake.
© 2013 GoDBOUND 07Author's Note
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