I kept lying to my heart for so long,
Entangling it with the messy threads of fascination;
Pretending to be an artist I kept on
Until there was no more of that magical thread;
An incomplete pattern
The conceiver of my shattered hopes and dream;
But there's a beauty in it,
An emptiness and a heartache;
Maybe it is for the best;
Because the beauty of horizon can be apprehend
only from this far;