And by feeling stupid I mean…
The lies… programmed into our minds as children, we once were
There is a longing to believe what they say is true, that all that is before us is bright, shiny new. The excitement we get from the possibility of this, is the lies coming out of the thick foggy mist. The words are so pretty, wrapped tight with a bow, glittery and beauty, how is one to know, the truth is not lovely, it is real to the touch, there is no way one can love you that much!
But the moon, the stars, all came out to play and be with us on that very day. How could they deceive a heart so true and be part of the lies said, by you. The rain and thunder even played their part, the deception of storms weathered deep in my heart. Alas, a dream on a warm night in September, one through time I will always remember.
Much Love 💜