Wallowing in a sorrow that consists of lies,
Swallowing all of them - each one more tasty,
Following them to a place built on your cries,
Hallowing your existence - pain is too hasty,
Knowing your heart is breaking faster still,
Growing with hate - never having it's fill,
Showing a feeble attempt at trying to survive,
Glowing so brightly - freshly beating - alive,
His words are so meaningful - yet never true,
So easy to read with words you can see through,
His heart is pure - beating with love for you,
So wonderful with a warm feeling you once knew,
Whispering softly words you can clearly see,
"Forever is the love meant for you and me"
Taking your hand gently while smiling happily,
If only the dreams in his mind weren't imaginary.
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[The last words to the last stanza form the title]
