Double rack tag

What should I call my poem? - blue bird peer 2 peer

Silly girl,
In hopes so high
He lived in an imaginary world
How wrong you can touch the sky

This is not really his fault
Because since the day he was born,
Hooked on fairy tales and happy endings
Everything she thought she was part of the standard.

No one said anything else
The years passed and she was still naive
His parents smiled,
And find the truth of what he believed.

The girl was kept in a glass bubble
No one dares to pop up
Because if he tries to reason
She put her head to stop.

Until she met this boy
Blonde hair covering her face
Blue eyes are found among
To beat him, his heart later.

Birds have little love
And together, they fell so fast
It is only a little of what would be a fairy tale known
Because the love is always in the past

One day he came in,
With another girl in his arms.
He tried to deny his betrayal,
But in his head sounded alarms. \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ U0026lt;br>
Silly girl,
I used to have hopes so high,
Got called in a realistic world,
When the grieving properly.

It's okay to express grief
It's OK to find your problems,
It is normal to leave for tomorrow what
And it's ok to want to close the love.

The boy put his bladder
And learned from him
The tales are not realistic,
But only a life coveted alternative.



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