I lose myself in pretty words,
In pretty lines of pretty worlds,
I lose myself in elegant poetry,
Saying all the nice things I want to believe.

I hide myself behind pretty words,
In pretty lines of pretty worlds,
I hide myself in the way I smile,
The crook of my lips lie, they say I'm fine.

I drown myself in pretty words,
In pretty lines of pretty worlds,
And just like that I start sinking deep,
I'm at the bottom bed,
the soft sand of the sea,
Quiet, a much better sleep.

One day, I will finally breathe,
Not lose myself in pretty words,
I will live in the reality,
Not lose myself in pretty worlds,
But the lines in between
will always be,
Crooked turning ups of my lips,
Linking pretty words to my misfits.

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a/n : Do you ever feel like you get lost in a world of art, of dreams, of mystique, of beautiful and splendid words where all seems to be just fine?

I've done this one too many times and this poem is dedicated to those pretty words behind which I lose my shit. Thanks for reading dudes :).