The Lie
~By Estella
The apple of your eye, it seems she's always been.
Yet no matter how high I fly, she's out of reach.
Out of sight.
The epitomy of everything you wanted.
She slips under your doorway, climbs into your head.
She'd rip any chance I had into shreds.
In your mind she'll lie, awaiting your rose coloured eyes.
Secretely.
And I, never once did touch her wings of lace.
Never saw her fly behind.
She's full of grace, and beautifully unattainable.
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