you're not real
just a wisp of my fantasy;
a phantom. then again,
those who i'm surrounded
with aren't either. they
are just new faces
covered with vizards and
grey shades of malignity,
trying to pull me in
an unending mirage
of their conceited lies
and fake flatteries
to go with.
- you are not real because
you have this tendency to
disappear whenever i need
you the most.
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YOU ARE READING
querencia.
PoetryPOE1 | ❝these verses, how they've become a part of me. scribbled in reverse keeping me in some sort of reverie.❞ ...... querencia - (n.) a place from which one's strength is drawn, where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic...
