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.
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.