Friday 24 February 2017

Pretend it's mine.

This is the life I expected,
This image before me tonight.
It's not real, like the life I expected,
It might look it, but something's not right.
Yet I want to just soak in the moment,
And pretend that it's mine and it's real.
Breathe, like there's no grip in my chest.
Feel like I thought I would feel.

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