It's an illusion
Happiness, confidence,
What are these ideas
That someone made up
I am just in love
With several people at once
No one believes you
You're magic
The air is lighter
Parties are not bad places
They are where friendships
Flower and we can touch
Each other happily.
Illusion becomes reality,
Happiness and confidence,
Made real by:
Long eyelashes- fake
Make up cakes the face,
Long legs? High heels
Let's all pretend we're all friends
And somehow we all are.
I want to hold them
And laugh with them
Until the sun rises
My God, we are more
Than the ever said we'd be.
That is true.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
