Fake
Is the only word that comes to mind now when I think of you
There used to be so many other words
Beautiful
Happy
Kind-hearted
Independent
Protective
Caring
­Compassionate
Love
Now there's just fake
That word swallows up all the others
I remember seeing those words in you
But now all I can see is
Fake

New opportunity
It sits on the horizon
Waiting to be discovered
It sits back in its chair with its hands behind its head
Waiting to be discovered
To be taken advantage of
On the other hand
New opportunity is impatient
A jealous God who won't wait forever
So think fast
Move fast
And one day you just might get to meet
New opportunity