I created a world

Where you were here

Holding me still

Despite it all

 

The world is coated in fallacy

And dumb hope

and lost love

And grief

So much grief

 

The world is yellow and bright

And filled with stars

And surrounded by flowers

And it holds all that is good

All that is beautiful

 

The world, I know,

Is not real

For how could anything pure

Exist in a world of temptation

And greed and evil?

 

How could anything pure be anything at all?