Freakish meetings and flawless fakes.
So I walk this path of delusion and enter the worlds' gates. No passionate imbrace, no smile from the wake.
So in the when and the ride, plastic beauties at my side. No naturals in sight.
Cold breeze whistles, and gravle cracks beneathe my feet. Bright lights stream in circles all around.
So I stop for an instance pause, and sweet praise for the sky, I meet the fake, for which I envy.
So tidy in her walk, and so much beauty in her sight, but nothing beyond that imbrace.
She swifts past me and all hope flies. I am caught in dismay.
Her smell is of lillies, her voice echoes, and I'm caught.
I dont understand how such could come from the sight, but nothing from inside.
She is a shell like no other. No pearl in her wake.
Who are you?
So in the when and the ride, plastic beauties at my side. No naturals in sight.
Cold breeze whistles, and gravle cracks beneathe my feet. Bright lights stream in circles all around.
So I stop for an instance pause, and sweet praise for the sky, I meet the fake, for which I envy.
So tidy in her walk, and so much beauty in her sight, but nothing beyond that imbrace.
She swifts past me and all hope flies. I am caught in dismay.
Her smell is of lillies, her voice echoes, and I'm caught.
I dont understand how such could come from the sight, but nothing from inside.
She is a shell like no other. No pearl in her wake.
Who are you?