Infidelity [Poem]

What happens when you start believing your own illusions?

What happens when you start believing your own illusions?

 

Lover of dreams, dreams of love

Dreams that were meant to die.

We live a lie, you and I.

You and I, we live a lie.

 

Diamond and gold, silver and pearl.

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Little joys I had to buy.

Because we live a lie,

You and I.

You and I, we live a lie.

 

Practiced smiles, sullen silence.

The occasional inaudible sigh.

We live a lie, you and I.

You and I, we live a lie.

 

Moss-covered tombstones that gather

Crumbled bouquets as the years go by,

We did it! We lived a lie.

We lived a lie, you and I.

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