She saw everyone in black and white, until they showed her their true colors. All she wanted was something real, something that is terrifying to the touch, but far too beautiful to let go.

If love is a lie, then why do we need it

Sing me a symphony,

You lent a small hand when I tripped into a pile of leaves.  

People love gossip. The complexity of human greed to form false truths is amusing. They perceive from their own eyes or an unreliable source and soon enough they explode like fireworks. Just a slip of the tongue. Tha