Real fake love

Alex PB


Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

I always wonder,

Is it worth my time,

To think about her?

Or should I wish my death in my dreams,

Since I remember the knife so clearly,

Giving its perfect treatment,

Wish it fully worked,

But I woke up

Which I didn't want to,

Cause her love kept me sane,

But know it makes me insane, 

Like a Romeo without a Juliet,

And a Juliet without a Romeo,

They both looked into each other's eyes,

And knew

It was real fake love.

  • Author: APB (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2018 14:08
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 52
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