Reality Is Fake Poem by Wassi's Poetry
Reality Is Fake
"At the end of the day,
the sky grows dark,
the blue turned to gray,
and the stars started to spark.
While I'm sitting on the grass,
waiting for you to come,
i see your reflection through the glass,
standing tall next to my arm.
I see you sitting next to me,
but I'm the only one who does,
only because my eyes are sleepy,
or my hallucination still grows."
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