Hoax

cruel summer turned

into cruel spring,

and the grin of a devil,

now somber.

what was once

delicate

has shattered

into a thousand pieces.

watching as she too,

turned into one of the

girls he loved,

past tense.

there's something in the

happiness of then

and now,

that causes tears to fall:

the invisible string

now broken in front

of our eyes.

was this all just

a hoax?