Weaving gently
On a rainy evening
The realization strikes
Seated next to one another
We smile
White and black slowly entwined
And somehow, definitely
The words that escape our cherry colored lips
Become what we have woven
You say this
And turned around I say that
Parted hearts
We deny
The reality of the thing we call us
Happy outside
Questioning the inside
Are we sure of the love we thought we had?
Promises of truth
And endless profession of undying love
Are we truly happy
Or are we indulging the lie
A lie of our love
To create a facade
That happily ever after might exist
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
Weaving gently
On a rainy evening
The realization strikes
Seated next to one another
We smile
White and black slowly entwined
And somehow, definitely
The words that escape our cherry colored lips
Become what we have woven
You say this
And turned around I say that
Parted hearts
We deny
The reality of the thing we call us
Happy outside
Questioning the inside
Are we sure of the love we thought we had?
Promises of truth
And endless profession of undying love
Are we truly happy
Or are we indulging the lie
A lie of our love
To create a facade
That happily ever after might exist