Stretched Out
It's plain for the eyes to see
It's pain lingering from the lies to me
and the thoughts that end up with grief
how we fought and messed up our memories
Fragile we were, and heart-broken too
I clinged to her, and was born anew
Fiction lied, and I lied
For I found what I saw, non-existent
because I held onto a brain
that deformed my reality
So now, i can call myself insane
stretched out from a tragedy
Copyright © Adel Fakhry | Year Posted 2015
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