one day the false castle you have built will crumble into the sea i don't expect you will think of me after all you just live illusions and when you want people claim confusion but when your castle crumbles maybe then as maturity fumbles you will think of those that came and offered you everything love and friendship things you never valued things that you chose to lose and all those who got used what will be, sadly, will be i wonder if you will think of all this when it crumbles into the sea
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 