Tangled together in a bed of emotions. Both of us not sure what we are going on for since we both are on the edge of losing ourselves.
The nightmares we follow through the next day having faux smiles and kisses. There was hope once upon a time but now with this pretending we are leading towards nothing but madness.
The fog clears up for both of us and we are only forced to face our artificial love we have webbed. The roller coaster we had climbed on has ended.
Peace follows with us as we part with one last sweet ending one we both needed.
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Scrabbles
Poetrymatchsticks only go to waste when they are lit and once they are lit their lives are slowly being smothered just like humans sometimes i write nice and sometimes i don't all depends on my head
