Forever isn't real
All good things must come to an end

Love isn't true
It's the blinding of the mind

Perfection has yet to be perfected
As being the best you can be
Is hardly being what you want

Fairy tales are hoax's
Of ones never ceasing minds imagination

Roses are red
And violets may be blue
But in the end they die
So why is it written in a love poem?

Because:

Forever isn't real

Love isn't true

Perfection has yet to be perfected

Fairy tales are just hoax's

And roses are dead

 
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