she's lying to herself over and over again,
the cold kisses of fantasy touching her cheek,
and in her fantasy world,
it'll never end,
and he always feels the same.
the sweet feeling of intoxication runs through her veins,
and makes her wonder,
when she will finally realise that it wasn't perfect,
and never will be.
it isnt love confusing her,
falling tears aren't because she lost him,
but because she lost the times when fantasy,
was so easily mistaken for reality.

 
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