When they said love is like a fairytale
I imagined glittering stars and shimmering lights
Just like one of those street festivals
Which transports you to a different time
So how come they never spoke of the dark alleys?
The shadows that cloud your eyes
So that you may never again remember
What it felt to live under the sunlight
When they said love is a single soul inhabiting two bodies
I imagined a world without loneliness
Just like the moon enwrapped in the velvety night
So how come they never spoke of indifference?
The impenetrable distance between the hearts
Memories of alikeness turned into fraudulence
That you no longer identify the truth from all the pretense
When they said love is about sharing stories
I imagined exchanging never ending tales
story of the past, story of the present
And weaving a saga together about the future
So how come they never spoke of the silence
The unbreakable stillness in the absence of words
That speaking your mind seems to be a crime
And you surrender to ignorance just to survive
Slowly you forget the reason
Why you were so fascinated with the idea of falling in love?
All the fiction they crafted distorting your realism
So in the end who was wrong?
Was it they?
Who fabricated love’s tall tales
Or was it me?
Who found the wrong love
I imagined glittering stars and shimmering lights
Just like one of those street festivals
Which transports you to a different time
So how come they never spoke of the dark alleys?
The shadows that cloud your eyes
So that you may never again remember
What it felt to live under the sunlight
When they said love is a single soul inhabiting two bodies
I imagined a world without loneliness
Just like the moon enwrapped in the velvety night
So how come they never spoke of indifference?
The impenetrable distance between the hearts
Memories of alikeness turned into fraudulence
That you no longer identify the truth from all the pretense
When they said love is about sharing stories
I imagined exchanging never ending tales
story of the past, story of the present
And weaving a saga together about the future
So how come they never spoke of the silence
The unbreakable stillness in the absence of words
That speaking your mind seems to be a crime
And you surrender to ignorance just to survive
Slowly you forget the reason
Why you were so fascinated with the idea of falling in love?
All the fiction they crafted distorting your realism
So in the end who was wrong?
Was it they?
Who fabricated love’s tall tales
Or was it me?
Who found the wrong love
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