I Can’t Pretend

The dance of emptiness
Goes on and on
To the melody of moonlight
A step beyond reality
In the land of the mad

I hear your voice
In my head
The one that
Sounds like sadness
The one that
Sounds like regret

You say you know
Me so well
But you have invented
Another me
Colours and wisps of magic
Masking my reality

You can’t go back
I can’t pretend that
Love is not
Pointless, impossible, dead, worthless

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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