You built me castles, high in shifting sand,
With golden gates and spires that scraped the blue.
Each word you spoke, a brick held in your hand,
Each smile a window framing something true.
But truth was just a trick of light and air,
A fragile dream wrapped tight in velvet lies.
I danced through halls that led to empty stare,
Not seeing cracks disguised in grand disguise.
I hung my hope on walls that couldn’t stand,
Draped trust like curtains in your crooked halls.
I never asked who drew the master plan,
Or saw the signs scrawled deep beneath the walls.
Now rubble sings where royalty once dined—
You built me castles, and I moved in blind.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
You built me castles, high in shifting sand,
With golden gates and spires that scraped the blue.
Each word you spoke, a brick held in your hand,
Each smile a window framing something true.
But truth was just a trick of light and air,
A fragile dream wrapped tight in velvet lies.
I danced through halls that led to empty stare,
Not seeing cracks disguised in grand disguise.
I hung my hope on walls that couldn’t stand,
Draped trust like curtains in your crooked halls.
I never asked who drew the master plan,
Or saw the signs scrawled deep beneath the walls.
Now rubble sings where royalty once dined—
You built me castles, and I moved in blind.
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