There's this place down in happy town
Deep down in its heart
Where the people are like empty bottles
Not knowing how or why they are the way they are

Wearing masks of deception
They laugh and have fun
And act as one
While in their hearts they are anything but

Some, so
Yet some, true.

claiming to be as close as these two fingers
They talk about each other in hushed tones
Spreading rumours like wildfire
Slowly eating away the life
From the once lush forest.

two people, so in love
With each other, or the idea just
Hide amongst the stars in the night sky
Trying to shield themselves from prying eyes

They Notice the wildfire consume everything
Like the monstrosity it is
Burning the shards of the broken hearts
Turning them into stone,
sculpting it, caressing it.

And the two of them wonder
Oh how they are lucky
To not be amongst the easily fooled and easily deceived
To be able to live without worry
Of what the empty bottles think
To not have to fill them up with fulfilled expectations.

do give feedback as this is the first thing ive published, and i am curious if what ive started is worth completing. i hope you like it.
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