She is oblivious to say the least
To the sharks that circle for the feast
A pack of wolves all dressed as sheep
That lay in wait til signs of grief
Then pounce on their prey
In the night like thieves
All to catch a figment
An imaginary dream
Something over someone
No one's real you see
The pictures all outdated
The posts perpetuate
This fantasy
Of children stuck
In likes not love
All based upon deceit
