minus communication

We are just people inside boxes,
Talking to each other using, tiny
tiny wires made of light
and dreams.

We play our little make-believe.
We ask for love we can't receive.
Addicted to those human
Dreams of touch.

Just look around and realise,
That all the wires turned to ties.
Your pretty words are pretty lies,
That touched my heart and soul.

So run away before it’s late,
And hold onto your strings of fate,
Forget your hopes, they
Only cause you pain.

But you insist you just cannot,
Let go of all the dreams you fought-
To keep alive with every
Breath you take.

Just make a choice- It’s yours to make,
Remember that those worlds are fake,
And yet you’ll find, that pain of yours,
Is real.