A World of Fantasy

I’m living in a world of fantasy
Of make believe tales,
Where fairies exist & hearts don’t break,
Where people don’t deceive
& tears don’t exist.

Don’t break my bubble yet,
Let me live this lie tonight,
Cause I’m not yet ready to open my eyes
To the bitter truth,
To a world of hate & lies.

My eyes don’t see what you do
Behind my back,
My heart only hears the sweet words
That you whisper in my ear,
Not the venom you spew when I’m not here.

I’m naive, innocent, impressionable,
Better than being deceptive,
Better than burning people’s passion
With the rage of bitter words,
Better than breaking hearts.

I only ask of you to leave me be in my world,
Where white is white & black is black,
Without the shades of grey,
Where I can look into your eyes,
& know that you mean what you say.

2 comments:

neonlights June 10, 2009 at 4:31 PM  

I really like this poem a lot!
Its so true.

Srushti June 10, 2009 at 5:37 PM  

Thank you =D

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