HarsH ReaLiTy

She says she wants fireworks. So I shoot up the sun.

She claps and says we need music. So I make the words dance for her.

She smiles and says that she needs love. So I love her like I love her.

She cries and whispers past my ear. I tremble at what is to come I fear.

She lies and closes gentle doors. I give my love and live a life of ignore.

She parts and with her parts my heart. I feel it. I feel it depart.

She becomes a her story to be told. A portion of my heart stolen, not sold.

-OM

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