Rose Colored Glass

The rose colored glass shattered and then finally I saw the world as it was; cruel and unforgiving.

 The lies, the fairy tale  I had weaved as a child was so perfect. 

I was so entangled on them. 

Wrapped in their beauty and suddenly they were crushed and everything I believed was ripped away

from me.

Reviews

[lessa (kenzie)]

love the imagery in this write, very well written & expressed

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Oh so terrifically poignant and lush write - really loved this one - well written my friend! Short in lenght but strong in imagery and wordplay - bravo... :-)

[Shairan]

Thank you so much ... :)