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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Reality and I have quarrelled. This is where I go so he can't find me, my Other Place. Here I can spin my Fancies and Fiction, as I wander among the Stars and listen as they whisper their secret to the moon. My name is Annie, I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself. I love cats, listening to the blues, the mountains more than the beach, being lazy, writing my fancies and fiction and I also love to crochet. That's me and this is my Other Place.

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