on this melancholic night in may, i dream about what could have been

they say everything happens for a reason and i do believe that tale

what haunts me is your deceit...the willingness to deviate from your roots

foam waves and cool black sand bury you in your lies

you try to breathe but you are too far down beneath the surface of truth

if only you would admit that your love was a masquerade - 

a fable filled with demonic angels resembling you and i

summer nights spent on lakes and bouquets of lilies invade me daily

our fairytale was just that – a harmonious intermission that evaporated

into diamond encrusted stars 

they dazzle beautifully on this melancholic night in may

copyright 2018 Jen Persichetti

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