They talk about birds, <br />They talk about dreams, <br />They talk about all the mystical things. <br /> <br />Everything I had and believed once upon a time, <br />This story was my reality, <br />Truth is now though my fairy tale caught fire to the forest, <br />It burned away my love as it flared, <br />While it spread, <br />Like your lies across the ocean. <br /> <br />Everything I once had and believed in, <br />Turned upside down, <br />This world doesn't have to make stories, <br />Nor make since. <br /> <br />That's the way things work, <br />No I'm staring at the remaining ashes, <br />Glad it's all gone, <br />Now I can move on, <br />Yeah I've got now stories in store for me.<br /><br />Casandra Vice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fly-87/
