A metallic taste stains my lips
The smell of roses wafting around the air
My eyes heavy,
My body succumbs to the algidity
My thoughts play like a movie, in introspection
I can no longer hide behind my lies
I wanted more than you could have ever dreamed
I wanted to live in a world of magic,
Of ingenuity
My dreams got the better of me
Obsessed with a fantasy,
I admit it myself, I have lost my mind
Too caught up in mystic dreams, distant from reality
I was too caught up I was insane,
Not enough truth directed to my brain
Caught up in wanting there to be truth behind a lie
Caught up in living but from the inside
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Sibley Shamra
Poetry is simply diction strung together as I see fit.
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This line hits home for me. "Caught up in wanting there to be truth behind a lie."