Rose Colored Glasses
This fairytale
Has turned into a horror scene
Happy memories into a dream
Succumbing to boredom
Taking off the rose colored glasses
Trying to understand what passes
Set apart
Our hearts torn apart
By desire
Lingering on the phone
Talking to no one
Droning on about what was
Trying to figure out
This impasse Fate has brought us to
I suggest we take a break
For a year & a week
Lest we become untrue.
(2015)
