she follows the moment,
this heart far from true,
she tries to fake it,
but it never goes through.
they call her a dreamer,
well they would if they knew,
but they never wanted,
to know what to do.
"let it go," said the monsters,
"it's just a phase," said a few,
"she's just a faker," said the mourning,
when she faded with the dew.
hey, wow...this is really nice. I like it..keep up the good work
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You know what. I often think you are talking about me. I feel so touched by some of your poems. I guess that means you're a good poet, sice people can read their own things into your poems. This one I like a lot.