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We pretend this charade is real.

Poetry By: sweet agony xo
Poetry



just wrote this. tell me if it needs more. i'm not sure.


Submitted:Aug 14, 2013    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


You painted my dreams and burnt the canvas

I held your hand then let it go

But it was both our fault.

You can blame me, But i'll blame you.

You can't say it was all my fault

But i can't say some of it wasn't yours.

We knocked eachother out.

Now we are both just a piece in this game.

We know how this will end.

We pretend we don't.

We pretend this charade is for real.

We are a piece of string the ocean has by the wrist.

You painted my dreams and burnt the canvas.

We are both at fault.

But i am at fault, for still loving you.





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