How sometimes, things are, painted over, to fool ourselves, into believing, that they're, better than they are in reality…translated…
Optimism, in Today, Where it's Not Going Too Well for it
Like the Sugar in Coffee, Always Got Added Too Much in
To the Point that the Bitterness, the Sour Became, that Vanishing, Memory
Becoming the Serenades of the Blind on the Streets
From Disbelieving in the Springtime, Secretly Putting on
The Beautiful Attires,
Misbelieving that One is the Daughter of, Butterflies
Talked of Everything that's Beauty & Wonder, Putting the Lipsticks onto the Beggars
painting it over, to cover it up...photo from online
You Can Save the Stars from the Reflections in the Lakes
They're Not Gods of the Daytime, But They're Enough to Fool
But, Those Which Are Shattered Are, the True, Stars, Right?
Besides, it's Always the Good Moods
Which Are Melted into Space Always
In the Thinning Fog You Have to Ask the Sun Where the Wind Went
Did it, Secretly, Switch the Photos of Our Youth, to the Photoshopped Versions of, Us?
And, all of these are happening because, you can't accept something, because something that you're trying to not look at, is, simply, too hard for you to, take, so, you'd, painted it over, like how old you're, getting, despite how many botox sessions, face lifts you have, you still, can't, defy how old you are in reality.
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