Counterfeit Dreams.

A love turned to mist.

A fun turned mundane.

Pushed to the side.
Faded into a lifeless mist.
Presence is gone.
Do I even exist?

In my lack of excitement
In my lack of motivation
The sweet sounds of disaster have binded me in isolation
The demise of motion has paralyzed uplifting truth
****** by my own muse

Just a few characters
And I feel like I know you.
I've had encounters before your beautiful eloquence.
And now I sit in poisonous pestilence.
Because I think love is in the air.
But love was never there.

Brick by brick
I put up my wall
People peek and wonder what's wrong
They hand them over
One by one
Ignoring their cause
I look for foundation
There's none at all
Ultimately, being my own flaw

You're the poetry that became reality.

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You make my sensories wild.