lies about paradise
who are you to sell me lies about your paradise?
i looked you in the eyes and i died a little.
standing in the middle of the street, soaking my feet,
yet still, i do not meet your expectations.
before you and before her, too, i was never blue;
indigo was true, but you destroyed it.
and now she weeps; keeps taking leaps, and then she falls asleep,
never waking up quite the same.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.