Alone In The City

There are two sides to every story,
and a hundred sides to every one person's face you talk to.
Just because she's real with you doesn't mean she trusts you.

She spends her evenings with different men,
her afternoons reciting love poems.
She lives alone,
But she has no home
She's cultivated a heart of stone.

Stroke upon stroke, she creates her escape
to that haven, to that one place.
But it's all fake and nothing lasts.
She's fabricated.