Fiction
By Laura D
September 24, 2016
We're not really living here
Suspended in the atmosphere
We're standing here, so crystal clear
I'm fading fast, you're nowhere near
We promised more; got by with less
Found angels in a sweet caress
We never thought we'd make it back
Found solace in the aftermath
We tore apart the city lights
Found darkness in the air that night
There never was a brighter place
We finished such a hopeless race
Now we're here without a sound
The words escape this time around
We'll never find the grand design
By tracing where the stars align
Just come on back to where I stand
Walk down the street and hold my hand
There's fiction in the air today
Let's breathe it in while we decay
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