Real
Love is an illusion of how we create it.
Life is memories of how we live it.
People are as realistic as how we know them.
Fantasies are as real as we make them.
Our world is a lie!!
Answers only lead to more whys.
Truth is only real when we believe its real.
Everything we don’t know has not happened in our world, as we know it.
Just secrets of don’t knows as other people see it.
So can we really be hurt finding out left out truths?
Truths we could not now as truths.
Can I really not forgive him, for what is now known to me?
Should I beak away and run free, from what has become apart me?
You and me!
That is what I see in love, life, truth, secrets, and me.
That’s the real I see!
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