man in the fridge

he kept on talking about this and that;

and she just listened.

he made her dance;

under the pale moonlight,

and she swayed to the beat.

he made her sing ;

while he played the guitar.

it was everything he dreamed.

only for one thing,

he could never have her heart;

while she sways;

while she sings;

while she listens;

her heart is captured…

by someone,

from afar.

is this tragedy?

while he goes on with his fantasy…

she goes on with her own.

each day.

each night.

three people threading,

waves of uncertainty.

holding on…

to the same ground they call reality.

darkmau

MALAYA!

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