rose colored glass

a warm hand in yours

love notes passed in secrecy

lying on her bed listening to her favorite music

movie theater dates and sharing popcorn

now take off the rose colored glasses that glare in the sunlight

her cold hand always pulls away

discreet scribbles hidden from her friends in shame

she turns the music on to fill the awkward silences

dark theaters are the only way she knows to avoid talking

not everything is always as it seems

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