It’s only a myth, a story told by others. A feeling that’ll make life run through your veins, The white & black world will be painted with colors.
It’s fiction, all the characters lie and decieve. They say they’ve found their long lost other half; I have not. Why on earth should I believe?
A fairytale, written in rhyming poetry and song. The sun shines and roses bloom when she appears. You sigh. You’re finally at the place you belong.
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Real life, feels so dry, cloudy, incomplete and grey. Perhaps, they did tell the truth after all, but I was blind. Of the one that’ll enchant my world, I dream night & day, My fairytale, my fiction & myth, I desperately wish to find.