Sunday, August 17, 2003

sometimes, wings are only signs of former flight.

it was just a picture painted
of happiness
we both lay inside the frame
and let this facade go up
around us,
over the top
we put on a show
fooling all the right people
and weren't we full of shit
in those days, the
farce of it all.
we almost even believed ourselves
we lied
hoping that if everyone believed
it would be enough.

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