Her stream of words from her seemingly beautiful perched lips, almost perfect pretty features & innocently big round eyes deeply enhanced by lengthening mascara manicured lies into a perfect movie script.
Lies that you yearn to hear like a pair of wings clipped onto your back enabling you to soar towards your goal.
Despite hearing or seeing the seeds of delusion, you chose to believe nevertheless.
Soon enough you'll wake up to harsh reality one day finding that you've been a fool with that green hat all along. That you're still the same old you. & she, will always have him & their little him. What's left of you? Nothing my dear. Till then you question the absence of fruits. What's the point?
Life literally goes on for you the morning after.
Question is, when will this day ever be?
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