In a novel they write
he sees her one night
and suddenly she is all that he breathes
In reality it goes
If the girl he barely knows
his plans are nothing more than to deceive
Here we are in this place
In this time and in this space
And I don’t know if this is real or if its written
But if the words you say are true
and what you have said you’ll surely do
Am I actual or am I fiction?
My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen... 